Frame Poem by Elena Toledo

Frame



I could frame my
mind to what my
thoughts become,
"words spoken"
or I could frame the
night to think my
agony is gone.

I can frame almost
anything I quess,
from a heart in grief
looking for some relief,
the mailman,
the milkman,
and everything
that passes by,

A kitten at my doorstep,
is funny isn't it?
you can frame your
way through a
dragons throat.

Anything you want,
even your heart,
your truth your lies and
even the clear skies.

The hymns I sing,
my eyelids to fall asleep,
an ability not yet control.

Everything I long for
has not yet pass through,
so I keep framing
the truth the lies and all
I can think of.

But framing is not my
escape is just a lie
I keep telling myself,
and I can keep doing
it for eons.

But not yet complete,
for I can't frame my
eyes of what I see.



©ElenaToledo2009