This isnt only a poem,
Its an impressionistic,
Painting, kinda abstract,
And surreal,

I shall entitle it,
'Mallard in stilletos',
It has entitled itself,
And defined itself,

Lets make it kinda vivid,
Nice bohemian lake,
Adorned with some lovely,
Flowers, got to have some,
Flowers, nice ones,
Irises, those are wonderful,
A goddess flower,
A Rainbow of the physical,
And spiritual realms,

The mallard so still,
In its stilletos,
it has to stay still enough,
So she and the painting,
Can fly in the waves,
Of ones imagination,
Stay still mallard,
You are so beautiful,
And she has just put on,
The red dress,
The classic, sensuous one,
Petals sighing,
The moon,
Has a silhouette,
It is exotic,
Like a woman,
Any woman, you feel is beautiful,
For your palette,
The mallard in stilletos,
In obvious and subtle,
sweet repose,
Gazes with a splash,
Of romance,
At the moon,
And feels so lovely,
In its dress and stilletos,
Petals sighing
Reynaldo Casison