I keep seeing a flat guy who looks like a mural
but he moves away quickly whenever I glance.
He’s a person in 2D, a pancake-like monkey,
a plane of a character, ghostly cartoon.
You could call him a doodle on a smooth piece of paper;
it’s like he’s been ironed and left in the frost.
I glimpse him in mirrors, from glass in shop windows
and other folk’s spectacles, catching me out.
Well done. Playful, but not at the expense of the piece.
ReplyDeleteI like this very much. Thank you for sharing it.
ReplyDeleteCongratulations, great poem.
ReplyDeleteGood Luck.
I really like this. It sounds great when read out loud, a mark of a good poem.
ReplyDeleteWatching yourself. This is great.
ReplyDeleteLovely reflection. ;)
ReplyDeleteLove it.
ReplyDeleteI love this one too! Don't know why though.
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