I’d rather see this picture hung upside down.
Makes it more interesting to see
the familiarity
`top -> sky; bottom -> ground’
shattered –
now, it’s the other way around.
Still, horses don’t fly into the sky.
Their feet are hanging by the ceiling of verdant grass.
Chandelier trees are not uprooted to join the company
of the what used to be company of clouds.
Water of the lake, dewdrops on grass mountains
don’t rain to put the light out of the morning sun.
How I wish to see –
rose petals sprinkle on the opalesque sky.
One thing is quite surprising –
the rainbow,
which used to look like a giant frown,
is now a radiant prismatic smile.
*written at the back of a framed picture that i gave as a gift *cough bribe *cough to Chatelaine.
i stupidly attached the hook at the bottom, hence the "I'd rather see this picture hung upside down."
indeed, stupidity can sire productivity. =^.^=