Thursday, August 2, 2012

It Must be the Shoes

She stands,
beauty in purple shoes,
floating on her island of green,
unaware of the light
slanting in from outside her world,
cascading over her face,
casting sharp shadows,
parsing her world into boxes,
one of which
tries to hold her smile
but fails.

In response to We Write Poems


  1. Jerry, first time here. What a sweet, whimsical poem you have created for this image. Reminds me of the Streisand song, "Draw Me A Circle," also done in crayon.

    Favorite touch? The purple shoes! Nicely done, sir. Peace, Amy

  2. Charming! Love the purple shoe reference.