Metaphor

Poets

see

nouns

think

adjectives

hear

noise

think

symphony

feel

flesh

think

landscape

taste

bitter

think

succulent

we

think

things

through

things

 

Mirror

Beauty

is

never

what

is

seen

it is

about

what

is

reflected

when

you

smile

I

smile

when

you

cry

I

cry

beauty

is

a

mirror

Jigsaw (for RR)

Pieces lay scattered

in front of me

colors which match

shapes recognizable

seen before

tabs and divots

sitting cross-legged

picking up one

trying in vain

to make them

fit

struggling

forcing

one into another

checking the image

I see

how I wish them

to be

but they’re just

a million pieces

individual

a picture

already

whole

Poetry

See

daybreak

witness

dusk

write

pain

live

life

twice

hear

harmony

of

words

Miracles

happen

daily

tears

winks

smiles

pleas

help

candles

wishes

hope

desire

all

are

there

if

only

we

see

them

as

miracles