Meter Monday: Sending Faces

Cozy faces unrelated to poem!

Good morning (or afternoon), Spatulans. It’s Monday. Huzzah. Huzzah! It’s Meter Monday. Here’s a poem to start your day… or end your day. It’s got cozy blankets and… faces? Yeah, faces.

Here’s to seeing things differently, or looking outside the box. Here’s to cozy blankets, cozy faces, Meter Mondays, pareidolia, and delightfully crappy poetry. Here, here!

Sending Faces

There are faces in my blanket. When I close one eye

           They disappear. When I close the other eye

They appear in front of me covered up to their chins in my own down comforter snuggled up close,

           Eyes wide open or half shut winking

In

            And

                        Out

Of cotton blended dreams of human faces.

They are distorted as in yawn or big laugh

Both which sound like feathers falling from a pillow burst.

When I close one eye they disappear

Seeing faces in clocks too.

            But I know they are still there

Snoring behind a fold. When I close the other

They are there again. When I close both

            I know they are gone.

No longer waiting to be seen. They have

Vanished like a magician’s trick:

Hands waving over a dove

            And

                        Poof

The movement of my body

Sends shapes to new places.