As noted in my last post, I'm having a lot of fun in the YMCA's virtual poetry group. We have an assignment each time. The poem I published mid-month was in response to "Take a walk in your neighborhood and describe it (real or virtual)." Several months ago the assignment was "Respond to a work of art." Here's my finished poem from that assignment.
RESPONSE TO "COMPOSITION"
I loved you the minute I saw you,
recognizing I was looking in the mirror.
That's how it felt. I'm gray, as well,
and my pieces are all here, too.
Yet still I don't quite fit together.
Should I scrunch and force the shapes
to flat completion? Or let them
float to settle on their resting place?
Or should I hide within my fading
edge to just enjoy the disarray?
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