In a book the day
is a glimpse of blue,
In a map the day
gives a pin-point clue.
.
On the tongue the day
is a watermelon of sweet,
In the face the day
is a pool of heat.
.
On the phone the day
is a wave of light,
In the eye the day
shatters like glass in sight.
Carry On Tuesday (In my head, I paint a picture…)
Poetry Potluck at Jingle Poetry