Inspired by OVP10, AB10, and SaraFM10
What If
Let’s call it belief,
tricks of the eyes, like a mirage,
muscle-memory within a bubble
of time—
when the sky flew in
like a scarlet tanager,
and the reflecting-revealing window
opened
or closed–
the world went on,
with puppy insouciance and hipster shrugs,
unconcerned by the colorless roses
in their vases, the clouds
the same grey and the ground.
For Paul Brookes’ Poetry Month Ekphrastic Challenge. You can see all the art and read the poems here.
Yesterday and today: Merril's historical musings 
What if, indeed! How about we take a moment each day to let these “what ifs” waft over us?
Thank you very much, Dale! 😊
I LOVE that last stanza. I think it could stand on its own.
Thank you so much, Liz! 💙
You’re welcome, Merril!
That window painting was made for you. The world I prefer to inhabit as well. (K)
We both love portals. 🙂
Love “puppy insouciance”!
Thank you! 🙂