April 8. The Museum of Bad Art in Boston, USA claims to house a collection of sincere art in which something has gone wrong in a way that results in a compelling, interesting image. I recommend it’s current collection of In the Nood, it is quite the something and from where I borrowed the above images.
As we were asked to write a Ghazal (there’s an explanation and fine example of it here) that included a reference to ourselves, I considered the many times when sincere actions had resulted in different interpretations over the years.
I doubt she felt the heat on my palm, as she blazed my soft schoolboy skin,
Or heard the terrible screaming, that still echoes under my skin.
It wasn’t meant to be sexual, there was no thought of original sin,
But as I oiled her slopes and her basins, we touched and shared more than skin.
She felt my alien finger, long days will reign my impulsive chagrin,
Dispatched as soothing affection, received as imposing stroke on her skin.
A kaleidoscopic world of the various, left crestfallen by a grey hymn,
Misconstrued, abused and mistaken, left almost relaxed within his own skin.
Missives & Musings 
Bonus points for rhyming chagrin!
I like that yours rhymes, I wish mine did too.
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Thank you, it took time, but I felt it was worth the extra push.
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