miss metaphor

she is holding
a glass
of red river

her broken face
held in place
by a soft light

hard words
dancing
in stillness

piano keys
spread out
over a moment
under eternity

miss metaphor
may I hold
your door
or is it
your floor
that's above
my below
that's inside
the outside
but I can't see
me
but you
I see
without
seeing

I see
without
seeing

a glass
of red river

her broken face
held in place
by a soft light

hard words
dancing
in stillness

piano keys
spread out
over a moment
under eternity

miss metaphor
may I hold
your door
or is it
your floor
that's above
my below
that's inside
the outside
but I can't see
me
but you
I see
without
seeing

I see
without
seeing

That was certainly different ... good write ...

Thank you

An enjoyable read. The structure feels like it could be a song.

Thank you.

Nice poem .

Thank you, I wish you well.