La Joconde1
Now that you’ve seen her face,
the skin between his fingers tingled of the emptiness of a brush:
That smile illuminated the world around her –
her patented smirk, softly carved out;
her delicate features,
her piercing stare spreading,
contemplating.
There are many counting countenances of those who try to replicate her – I.
the skin between my eyebrows, in wonder, in utter introspection,
Those eyes confused the audience around her:
For there is a woman with confidence in beauty.
Exceeding all manifested bounds.
From 1503,
From a canvas taut with lack of a woman’s color,
scraped the muter shades with a blade’s edge,
Layering her textures – alive.
Seeing and
Painting myself over the top.
Her paths are painted inset – layered beneath the certainty and knowledge of her years.
All of this useless chaos swirling in about these empty distractions, and feeble
pretense –
as you stare back at her, the roads seems clear.
Her scintillations glow a bit more gold than white,
in front of a locale of open fields, feared of windblown hair.
She is the center of the color blocked mountains.
Her perspective is in my self-possession.
Her lightly dust on her powdered skin
shading in soft contours in vibrant hues of blues
and, reds and, yellows and, greens as forests grow.
Blending dusky shades and blurring shadows
to highlight regal undertones.
The names became opulent
a match for your alias,
She was Bernadette, Carol, David, Leo, Meryl – Myself.
Finished in 1517 to –
She is seen through the glass of geometric pyramids,
I am standing behind a crowd until I am the only one left standing,
And I have become her eyes, and her contagious smile.
I know what she in the canvas is saying:
“I know what the wind tastes like,
and I am scared no longer.”
To be a woman,
to be a confident woman – with ambition , dedication and pride…
To have the eyes and a smile illuminating the world around her,
To be La Laconde.
– Emilyn Nguyen, La Laconde
1: La Joconde: The Mona Lisa by Leonardo Da Vinci (French)
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