second story rescue
I’ve been here before
I recognize the painting on the wall
recall being inside this second story
room with drapes flowing out like fire
below in the courtyard
chickens and children scramble about
and I squint my eyes peering
past hills rolling into my heart
everything is moving away from
my current line of vision
and I stand bent over and desperate
reaching out to be rescued
january two thousand fifteen
copyright j matthew waters
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great words ❤
Thank you, Leyla ;`)
“past hills rolling into my heart” wow.
Thank you, Margaret. This poem is based on my memory of a painting that still hangs in my parent’s living room.
“with drapes flowing out like fire”..powerful stuff.