He saw lovers there,
sharing a shy smile,
getting up holding hands,
walking away with pride.
He saw an old couple there
staring at an old album’s page
tears adoring the cheeks
wrinkled with age and grace.
He saw a lonely child there
hiding candies below the seat
keeping a close watch on others
who ask him about the hidden treat.
you would not see all these
or even the red sofa that he saw
Fool you would call him,
and he would call you blind.
An imaginative, meaningful response to this week’s prompt…
Love the ending to this.
a fun magpie,
enjoyed the contrasts and ending.
we are all fools for we become blind sometimes and not see
I seem to have the need to complete the story…you know…if I see an object…it must have a story…so I try to tell it.
Not sure why most people cannot see these things.
smiles…there is much that goes on that people seldom notice…so busy with life…except the observer…
A case of eyes have they but they see not, eh?
This is really creative…love it.
Thank you for sharing
Peace,
Siggi in Downeast Maine
They had their day. You are lucky to spot them. They live their own world! You are not to quarrel over that!
Hank
Hmm…I’d like to meet this fool, for he is likely to be the only wise one left. Very nice piece. I like how you combine two prompts that probably have nothing in common and somehow you were able to tie them together. Nice flow, rhythm in this.
i totally agree with this
Insightful. I would love to be such a fool any day.
A whole lifetime of living in your Magpie tale…
Beautiful!