|Cozy faces unrelated to poem!|
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!
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
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.|
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
The movement of my bodySends shapes to new places.