AS (22nd February 1957 / Orange, New South Wales, Australia)

Dazzling Drops

The drops,
of seltzer,
Yes, the ones on the top,
they glitter and shine,
like mini, liquid dimonds.

Why,
Does everything you touch,
or everything I see,
after you,
Shine like a million faucets of light?

The old pink notebook,
forgotten from first quarter,
holds a gleam,
and when you ask to see it,
I say no.

Your face is comical,
you look confused,
and after a second,
you take the book anyway.
It just had some doodles, maybe a heart, and some stars in an unknown galaxy.
You smile and hand it back,
victorious of your win.
I smile back, you're contagous.

Now the book,
Old and covered in doodles
Is special.
It shines with an inner light only I see.

Maybe.
I.
Am.
Crazy.

Maybe.
I.
Am.
Not.

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Comments (3)

a great write alison
Had to read this one did I not... It's St. Patricks Day and I hereby accord you honourary Irish Citizenship.... So before the day ends in NSW raise a glass and cry Sláinte.. it's great to be Irish! ! Have another Good Booze Day on me...... hiccup....
AND A HAPPY NEW YEAR TO YOU TOO, IF YA HAVEN'T ALREADY HAD ONE IN ADVANCE! ...LOL! AFINE ACROSTIC... ~ F.J.R. ~