There's that search for the image
The one word that encompasses
The whole picture I want to paint.
The simile that is just so. The right
Adjective, an adverb to tide over
The thought that ties up the story
My poem wants to convey. In the
End we need more. More words.
More thought. More time to draw
You in. Do you see it now? There's
The moon, but no, it's just a sliver
Less than the piece of cake you're
Always refusing, but so far away, I
Can't imagine how it got into my
Bedroom window, into my heart.
There's that search for the image.
Tamara, really 