Glancing upward, if you please,
imagined in the clouds and trees,
distorted by the fickle breeze
is what the heart desires
and seldom sees.
Planted firmly on the ground,
one can hear the silent sound;
listening without looking around,
the gone speak, "I am here;
my love surrounds.
c2009
10-23-09
Author notes
Written for the contest: Contest Optical Illusion ... Lookie by Riftkin
http://allpoetry.com/contest/2464611
A contest entry
- Optical Illusion ... Lookie by Riftkin.
725 points, ended October 24, 7 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
A critical comment is invited
Comments
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This has the picture speaking, the face watching over all.
Thank you and best of luck to you with this.
Riftkin
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I like this very much catching a moment in time from the prompt.. how clever you are.
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Thank you.
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