looking for mr. rorschach
the man in the white coat
hands me a square sheet of paper
encouraging me to tell him
what i think i see
on the white sheet of paper
a black and white monarch butterfly
stretches out her wings in perfect symmetry
her lips tasting the nectar of oswego tea
growing near a garden pond
filled with koi and water lilies
giving back the square sheet of paper
i lower my eyes and
tell the brain doctor
i see some chump sitting on the street corner
hand held out and repeating something silly
like penny for your thoughts
february two thousand thirteen
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved
jdubqca 
Stunning…
Thank you for visiting again on commenting on this piece, Rose.
You’re welcome…I still have a few more to read.
That wasn’t a very good comment back then ^_^. I found myself reading this again from the suggestions under the poems. I find those last three lines like a jab to the ribs.
Do you really have koi in your pond?
So it seems the subject didn’t feel much like talking to the psychiatrist.
No, I don’t have any fish. My waterfall is a pondless one.
When I went to a therapist in the past, I often felt hostility toward her. Or that I knew better.
I find it interesting how the sound of moving water can soothe- waterfall, river, rain…
I do too….