like an ink blot girl.
People see things
in all my adjectives
and form shapes from them
that may or may not
have anything to do with reality.
There is depth and dimension
within my hues
even if people pretend not to see them.
What they think they see
reveals a lot about who they are.
I’m still trying to make up my mind
about what it is that I see.
|Photo by Nicolas Thomas on Unsplash|
This poem is linked to Poets and Storytellers United's Weekly Scribblings post, Seeing Things.
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