DalÃ
looks at me
from
across the room,
time
melting as if exhausted
from
the heat.
That
look: like puppy dog eyes
pleading
for a shift in the breeze.
But,
no, I say,
don’t
do that to me.
The
darkness is coming,
so
damp and rich I can taste it.
And
soon:
spiders.
©
2019 Jennifer Wagner
6 comments:
That darkness is coming. I can sense and smell the changing season too.
I respect spiders and their many eyes. And limbs.
Preferably from a distance ~
Bravo! This was perfect, I felt it inside!
Your Poetry is a living shell that brings thoughts to the eyes of our souls.
Ah those moments … so wonderful to catch with one's pen … this one: tenderly rendered with just a sprinkle of mirth. Love it!
You make it sound so ominous in four simple lines!! :) Great writing. I saw the painting as well, it is really eerie and surreal. Your lines are a fitting tribute to that. Thank you for this post Jen.
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