She sees something
No one else does
At first, when young
She thought she was seeing
What everyone else was.
And her parents thought
She was too young
To know the difference
Between real and pretend.
She sees something
No one else does.
She draws it
In journals, on papers,
If there's a blank space
She fills it up.
Her drawings are vivid.
Fantastical.
Too skilled, too young
To be coincidental.
She knows so
No one else does
She sees something
No one else does
No one else believes
They all tease
Thinking she
Just has trouble
Letting go
Of childhood.
The wise, though
They know
She is no fool
She is wiser than most.
She sees something
No one else does
She tries to hide it
So no one makes fun
She can't contain it
It all pours out
A pouring rush flood
On all the white spaces
She fills them up.
She sees something
No one else does
She sees seraphs
Angels and doves
No one knows, though
What they are,
They look so different
From what we think they are.
The thing she sees
That gives people pause
Is one face.
Two eyes.
One mouth.
One nose.
Almost photographic
Except for this fact:
Not one can be found
That has that face.
She sees something
No one else does
The wise believe it
The wise have heard it
In the text they read
Every Sunday,
If not more.
The wise, they know
The precocity shown
Is not coincidental
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Unfocused Poems - An Anthology
שיריםThis is a collection of poems written in 2017. Each part is a single poem. My writing goal for 2017 was to write at least as many poems over the course of the year as I could, and I surprised myself by writing a total of 81 poems. Hope you enjoy...
