![]() Pretty PictureA Poem by Phillip FrancisI saw a pretty picture, it made me
feel blessed. The allure was overwhelming, leaving
tightness in my chest.
Photorealism in style, I wish I could
touch. Close my eyes to see it, this image,
now my crutch.
Elegant canvas, reaching out to grab my
heart. Influence astounding, this must be more than art.
Counting down the seconds till I get
another viewing. This drawing has me crazy, I don't
know what I'm doing.
Day & night, this portrait on my
mind. Casually I wonder, "was I better
off blind?"
Finally, no more waiting , the time
has permanently past. No longer delayed, I intend to make
each moment last.
Impatiently waiting till I get a
peak. My skin goes pale and I turn meek.
My heart starts racing, my legs go
numb. That's when it hits me, I've been so
dumb.
The still life is moving, so I begin
to chase. When I finally catch up, I meet your
stunning face.
My hands start to tremble, my tongue slowly
dies. My body is frozen, as I gaze into
your eyes.
My vision deceived me, I had it all
wrong. This precious piece of art, was you
along. © 2016 Phillip FrancisReviews
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