The picture hangs
Ever so slightly
Crooked
No one notices.
It holds
So tight to
The loose nail
In the torn
Plaster
No one notices.
The weight of everything
(The smooth paint
On the surface
The faint words
And shapes)
(scribbled
The message in the colors
The feelings in the lines)
Would drop it to the floor.
And no one notices.
The fight to hang
Ever so slightly
Crooked.
Hoping. Only.
To. Find. Its.
Beauty. In. the. Eye.
Of. The. Beholder.
And know.
1 comment:
I love the imagery in this. However, it also makes me think, "How high was Janelle when she started to personify the painting that hangs crooked?" ;)
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