For My Eyes Only (I Hope): Romantic Blogging Iambic Poem

She sent me
A selfie.
I gasped,
struggling hard to grasp
the beauty
of the vision laid before me.

Skin gold with Rembrandt’s light.
Mona Lisa’s smile sly with delight.
Flowing Botticelli Venus tangled hair.
Picasso’s Laughing Eyes sparkling stare.

Colors, shapes, forms and hues
Glowing, curving, warm, subdued.
A creative, introspective self-portrait.
(Nobody would expect that I’d see that.)

From the mature topic picture I was sent,
T’was not to the profane, but the artistic my mind went.

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Sketches Don’t Have Rembrandt’s Light: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

In the absence of
Rembrandt’s light, we must rely/
on her radiance.

OR
on glowing Holly.

Pastoral Mt. Rainier Weeping: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

Rembrandt’s evening light,/
Rainier’s shadow and wildflowers’/
blooms combine. I weep.