It’s late in the day
The reds, reminiscent of fire and heat
The cool blues of contrast
The total shock on the face of the main figure
He’s almost home
He’s left his phone.
Hmmm. no that isn’t it. I have to dig a little deeper into this. Why would he be screaming, eyes open and mouth agape? When people scream with frustration, their faces scrunch up in pain. They grit their teeth before they scream. Their eyes close. They grab their heads or their clothes, or they beat their chests or railings or steering wheels. Whatever caused this scream was something sudden. It was something that the retreating figures might have seen but were not affected. It was something that meant a great deal to the main figure. I see Shock in the face. He has come to a realization that is oblivious to all those around him. Was this a sudden perception of something in his life, in his own mind? Was this the juxtaposition of seeming normality in an abnormal circumstance? Is he crossing a bridge or walking near a fence? I get the impression that it’s a long drop from where he’s walking. Based on my thoughts here, this is my poem:
There it is!
Don’t you see it?!
I see it, whether my eyes are open or closed!
It’s so obvious!
LOOK AT IT!
Only an insane person would notice.
Does insanity run in families?
My sister was insane. Maybe just sick?
Things that should not be together are side by side.
Things that make no sense together tell a story.
This doesn’t fit here!
It surprises me!
All I can think is “NO!”
I cannot show you what it is…it has to be obvious to you.
If it isn’t obvious, then…
you are sane.
I would not wish this insanity on you.
If you could see what I see, you’d scream in surprise too.
If you cannot see what I see, you are fortunate.
The sight is with me always.
I scream but you cannot hear me.
I smile and you see me, but you note that there is no smile in my eyes.
They are furtive,
So I scream and you cannot help me
I scream and you cannot hear me
I scream and you cannot see.