Face Space
he felt like a man with no face,
his face space occupied
by a swirling mist of confusion.
So he had to wait
for it to settle down
to see what emerged,
what to find his face for today.
it was exciting,
but only sometimes.
he wished for a blank space
that he could fill himself
with a Magritte apple.
Or maybe a luscious peach
would be self fulfilling.
he wished he could wear
the same face every day,
wake up with it in place
and know it would stay,
know what he would be
every day.

Visual Verse: An Anthology of Art and Words One image, one hour, 50-500 words. The picture is the starting point, the text is up to you.


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