pictures as frames

You're a story book whose cover I judged.
Interior designer with a reason to love.
It never seemed to matter when illustrated in you,
until it happened to me too.

The better days ahead are as bleak as they seem.
Frantic, folding over, I stop the light with my sheets.
I leave a tiny crack to know they're still awake,
I seem to sleep better that way.

Hanging in a frame is a ship out at sea.
Hand sketched pastels pink, purple and green.
Perfection in the flaws
I calmly judge them to sleep.
There's a calming on the walls of places I keep.

You're worth a thousand pictures,
developed in a dark room.
A thousand words later and here I am with you.

Reviews

[Shimmerbliss/CAF]

This is so good! Your weaving in and out with images that flow and seem to return to each other works so well and those last 3 lines - wow!

[Michael Thrower]

Very nice.

[Riley]

This one, I like! Good job!

[ewest1220]

Love it! Great job!

[eglantine]

Still say title could be a one line poem

[eglantine]

well, if you turn it into a sentence I suppose...

[dukovan]

I'll try it out just because.

[eglantine]

"I stop the light with my sheets." You probably meant this as covering a window with a sheet to stop the sunlight, but, I love it so much more as an actual stopping of the light, with your sheets (a very personal object).

[eglantine]

Ok, first, I have not even read the poem yet, but I have to say right now that the title itself could be a one line poem. That is amazing... ok, now to read the actual poem lol

[Falling Leaf.]

I'm speechless. Simply marvelous. Spectacular. Exquisitely penned.

[Owlgirl]

This is so sad! Beautiful and melencholy, very well written, amazing poem.

[afra]

awwww ..good job ...and keep writing