Poem - Beautiful Faces by Stephen W. Cote

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Stephen W. Cote

Short Stories

- Fairy Bunking Chapter 4: Napalm Martini Binge
- Fairy Bunking Chapter 1: Bunking the Dragon
- Fairy Bunking Chapter 2: Tea on a Leaf
- Fairy Bunking Chapter 3: All Out
- The Predator of the Meadow
- Empire
- The Alchemy of The Aurora Chateau Deo Belle Etoile
- The Autumn Engagement
- The Autumn Engagement

Poems

- Salem
- Transposition
- Embryo (parts 0 - 14)
- Aquamarine
- Natural Angels
- Superstition
- Winter (parts 1 - 15)
- Out Goes the Light
- Firework
- A Dilemma
- Brassiere
- Fireman
- Caveman
- Falling Leaves
- Desperate Times
- Beautiful Faces
- Escape To Morning
- Howling
- Applejack
- A Cafe Rose
- The Evils That Men Do
- Ray In The Sun
- Beautiful Faces
- Reversal
- The Wolvenblauer

Beautiful Faces
by Stephen W. Cote

One beautiful face in a sole halo of light
Shines on a shadowy line of paupers
At a plank table, feasting on blight
Fried in her dusty-sweet perfume
Propelled by a fan circling
Round and around her head
Like a light-cutting halo
To my shadow-soaked eyes

Some beautiful face from a distant memory
Lied in the crinkly lines of a photograph
I folded sometime in the past
Now her content countenance gives way
To innocence plucked by the pliers
Of my teenage angst realized
Though I still recall having seen
A beautiful face in a plain view

A beautiful face I've known a long time
It has been a while since I've seen her
In various dress and certain distress
When her frail embrace was tender
And her beautiful mask of arrogance
Softened in the waning twilight
Lulling fools into her comfort and trust
Her black widow barb prepared to thrust

Many beautiful faces I can't seem to forget
Try as I might to envision them different
In truth her eyes overcast gnarled fangs
Or her sweet strawberry strands
Swept across billowy cheeks
Though, the faces not etched in memory
Are the beautiful faces I cherish
Only distant blurs I no longer recognize

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