I spy with my sad little eye
blue skies of hopeful dreams;
no clouds of grey to mar my day
just sunshiny bright sunbeams.
Should I dare to blink ,or try to think,
will this dream of mine soon fade;
I hang on tight to this marvelous sight
lest ills and spills are made.
With tormented mind, that's so unkind,
I stare with unblinkered gaze;
as thoughts abound and twirl around
I hang on for better days...
Grace at dverse poets has prompted us to write a poem that ties in somehow with this picture by Rene Magritte [1928] ~ 'The False Mirror'.
Here's the link: OPL night at dverse
I hope your dreams come true.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Bjorn! :D
DeleteCarol it sounds like the way of hypervigilance. A whole lifetime can go by in the waiting (for dreams) and the watching (for danger.)
ReplyDeleteIndeed, Lisa! Many are in waiting mode, hoping for better days.
DeleteLove this hopeful spying eye that looks for blue skies, though plagued "With tormented mind." Beautiful ekphrastic, Carol, and a pleasure to read.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Dora. :D
DeleteBrighter and better days are sure to come. Spring here we are.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Grace and thanks for the prompt! We're in Autumn down South although the weather is still quite warm and sunny.
DeleteWishing for brighter days.🌞
ReplyDeleteAbsolutely, Melissa! :D
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