A Crumpled Old Napkin Poem by Walterrean Salley
A Crumpled Old Napkin
I saw a crumpled napkin,
Laying on the floor,
Shaped like an angel-
Need I say more.
I picked up the napkin-
Wrinkled as could be
And placed it on a table
Next to me.
And then with a pencil
And artistic eye,
I would catch the image
In the napkin nearby.
So I began to sketch-
Fanciful and free-
The angelic image
In the napkin next to me.
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A lovely write which demonstrates the human ability to see patterns in almost everything. However, to see with an artists eye is the gift of creativity.
Only great poets can see the extraordinary in the ordinary. Well done my friend.10/10
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4/25/2024 9:33:12 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Truly poetic. I think that is what a poet does different from others: she sees something special in things that others do not see. Wonderful poem