| Breakfast, 1921, Fernand Leger |
BREAKFAST?
Two left hands
Sharing a scarf
Blow out the light
To make it dark.
Blues and orange
Table to the wall
I don't get it
I see nothing at all.
On the other hand
If I squint I can see
Two people
creating a fantasy.
14 comments:
my first thought was Help, I'm falling apart...
One word ! AWESOME !
and just what kinda fantasy is that? smiles...i need to squint a bit more it seems....ha...
You do such a good job of responding to these prompts that don't "speak" to me. I just stare at it for a minute and think, meh.
heehee
Such a good job on this one. I am still chuckling.
=)
I can see why you'd have a hard time writing with that prompt. But you did a good job just the same! Squinting DOES help with the images~!
Ha.
Looking at that would have left me brain dead.
You do a fantastic job, Gail, considering everything on your plate.
*hugs* and have a wonderful week. ♥
I'm looking at this n
what do I see
A darn ole puzzle
lookin back at me
My eyes do hurt,
my head is dizzy
All I can think of right now
is dear little Lizzy :)
Oh so sweet a poem as such! I had to check you out at your blog, because your link at Magpie is taking me back to Magpie! Check it out!
It's all about the squinting!!!
sometimes writing about nothing, creates something, and squinting helps too
I wonder what 'he's(?)) doing standing with one leg on the table...
Anna :o]
Squinting is a good thing...
a fantasy indeed.
well plotted tale.
please join poets rally with a random poem today.
cheers.
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