Thursday, November 18, 2010

to learn poetry in poetry class - a poem

Silent except for a slow stroking piano,
and the creaking from the men working above,
a movie plays on the screen,
dimmed and diluted and then bright,
a man in a painting,
my mind visits Wednesday,
with expectations of Next Tuesday,
and the piano goes on,
and the creak of the men walking,
birds squalk,
and I am in the painting too.