Luck of the Draw
The more I look the more I see
First I was seeing tapestry
Then I saw streamers to the floor
Quickly realized theirs was more
The more I looked the more I saw
Behind the streamers was a draw
The floor began to rise until
Until there was you on the sill
The more I look the more I want
Wished you were alive not so gaunt
Plumped and prime and could come with me
Off your ledge, meet my family
The more I looked the more I knew
You can't be real dreams don't come true
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- Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2019, All Rights Reserved
- I am linked with Kerry O'Connor in the Imaginary Garden at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2019/04/kerry-says-lets-be-imagists.html?m=1
- and with NaPoWriM Day 25 at http://www.napowrimo.net/day-twenty-five-5/
This one makes me smile. Thank you.
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ReplyDeleteI feel like you really explored the art with your words Jim.
ReplyDeleteGoodness, you saw a lot in the image. Awesome!
ReplyDeleteIsn’t it amazing how every viewer sees something different in a piece of art? It has to be the way they look at it.
ReplyDeleteThe more you look the more you find... maybe even Waldo is there.
ReplyDeleteYou transcended anything I can see, and that is what poetry is all about! Wonderful write!
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