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Rated: E · Poetry · Arts · #2084392
poem about Mona Lisa
Oh, Mona

Such a small portrait,
with your mysterious smile,
Oh, Mona, your meaning,
I contemplate for a while.

Your creator, Leonardo,
was a genius of a man,
what was he thinking, Mona,
when his brush was in hand?

Scholars world-wide
often hotly speculate,
Mona, are you he, dressed as woman,
a topic of much debate?

Mona, if you could speak,
what would your secret entail?
Are you a lover, a mother, a daughter,
or the keeper of the Holy Grail?

Freud suggests, Mona, that your smile,
is an unconscious maternal memory,
or, perhaps, an Oedipus complex,
a secret disguised so cleverly?

Oh Mona, the mystery of your portrait
mere mortals will never understand,
the secret which lies beneath your smile,
created by the great artist's hand.
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