Based on: poemcrazy, by Author Susan G. Wooldridge – Chapter 8
I see a multicolor lampshade.
It looks like a flamenco dancer’s skirt.
I see a tousled carpet rug.
It looks like a blue desert with rolling sand dunes.
I see the roll-on white-out canister.
It looks like a stretched out snail.
I see the ceiling light.
It looks like a clear bowl for catching sky droppings.
I see the light coverings hanging upside down on the ceiling.
They look like crystal balls that see all.
I see the turban that the Aladdin narrator wears.
It looks like a hornet’s nest.
I see the capital letter H.
It looks like one of the rungs on a ladder.
I see the cinnamon rolls that my sister just baked.
They look like the little buns on a longhaired woman’s head; perched at the top of her head like an obedient child.
I see the upright file organizer.
It looks like a decorative pavilion hiding tons of secrets.
I see the microphone for our karaoke machine.
It looks like a stylish black ice cream cone.
I see the fiber optics display we have on our fireplace.
It looks like a fireworks display in the night sky, yet silent and waiting.
I see the TV antennae at the head of our TV set.
They look like the antennae on the head of a giant cockroach.
I see an image of a brain.
It looks like a sea sponge, but normally absorbs less.
I see the fluorescent light bulbs we have all around our house.
They look like the slides at a water park, winding round until splashing into the silver pool.
6 September 2007