Sitting down to write, I wonder
How to bring my thoughts to light,
Trapped inside a cage of thunder,
Lost in darkness of the night.
Then I look before, behind me–
Lying there, I find The Key.
Close my eyes and turn it blindly,
Set my thoughts imprisoned free.
I may be a little late with this, but figured I could still have some fun with it anyway. I saw Cee Neuner’s post earlier in the week and decided to jump on the bandwagon but save my post for today since my other Sunday series is finished. Cee was responding to the Black & White Sunday Challenge: Shape hosted by Paula from Lost in Translation.
Some of the shapes I chose to illustrate are featured in common items, while the third illustration is quite extraordinary.
And since I write poetry, I think I’d like to round out this article about shapes with a shape poem….
The Narcissist’s Love Triangle
me, that’s plain
to see. But also I grow
rather shy whene’er I pass a
looking-glass and just by chance
I cast a glance upon myself…. There
on the shelf are photos of the folks I love.
They are but three, you see: just I, myself & me.