Veering near, a moonless night
cheers by putting on fur so white
it is blue, then sprinkling it with glitter
fine as fairie dust run through a sifter.
Not content, it chalks an egret -- think
it's an egret -- below a lapel, making
its eyes round as those of the moon
hiding somewhere, keeping warm.
Not dressed for snow either, I shiver.
If this is a dream, let's see more.
If it is real, somebody wake me
fast!!
Ingeborg
:)
budd
to show the reader that makes art and poem
the special pair they are
may 2013 be everything you want it to be, and more
john
art is what one wants to see
..and Yours is pleasing to me,
an addition to your cute poem.
Lady Vivian
Cheers,
I don't know why, but I see a heart, I see half a heart, and it seems to me to be saying one must look through the heart, not to try to look with the head. I am an odd duck too, though, so we're two peas in a pod? :)
Christine
Regis