M. C. Escher – Puddle
– 1952
What’s up is down.
I’ve tried to tell you.
Look around!
You never do.
I slam the door.
We walk our ways.
We pass our days.
What’s that … a tear?
No dear … no fear.
A drop of rain.
That’s all.
That’s all.
This poem is being submitted to The Mag , Tess Kincaid's weekly wordshare.
From one Buch Handler to another - your poem was delightful.
ReplyDeletelots of emotion in these few simple lines...you never do, says much...
ReplyDeleteGreat poem ,,, nice rhyme ,,, unique! (love the buch handler handle)
ReplyDeleteNice! This one's begging for some music!
ReplyDeleteYes, just a little irritation, that's all! It doesn't affect the relationship! Good write Susan!
ReplyDeleteHank
Well said. :) That's all . :)
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