In the picture
there is an oval mirror,
framed in braided mahogany
and it gives a reflection
of a glass door
-openness to the room-
implying she likes big spaces.
Beneath the mirror sits
a stack of books, fore-edge only showing
-no spines-
so we don’t know the titles
but I’m certain it contains an
old copy of Leaves of Grass
and Through the Looking Glass.
Next to the stack of books
is a dinosaur figurine,
a tyrannosaurus slightly outstretched,
it’s tiny arms not quite reaching…
something
and in the right corner is the front half
of a small silver toy car,
a flashy memento
just coming into the picture.
If only the dinosaur
can reach the stack of books in time,
he will be safe.
I wonder what kind of day it was outside,
when this picture was made.
NaPoWriMo 2013 Day 15
Taps and Ratamacues 
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This I love.
Because I am always in awe of poems (and their poets) who draw my attention to the absolute beauty or mystery or even whimsy of everyday scenes and objects.
Thank you.
(P.S. I want to know what happens next with
that dinosaur.)
Thank you for sharing your opinion about the poem. I don’t know about the dinosaur yet, perhaps a poem will emerge soon. Thank you for visiting!
The imagery in this is wonderful. I love poetry that has a clear sense of personality.
Thank you, I was attempting a personality piece, without really even knowing the person. I’m glad you liked it. Thanks for visiting.