Vivid, a poem



Why is it

the words in a story

touch me so?

Do I feel as though

I live and breathe

through the words?

The character’s story

and I, intertwined?


Why is it

a picture

tells me a story

whispers to me its song

and I see so clearly

what no one else knows?


I don’t know

all the answers,

but I listen and I hear

I look and I see

and everything paints

a beautiful scene

so vivid and clear

and I feel with a heart

that is so much near

to madness

in its beauty.


© Sumyanna 2017


Submitted for The Daily Post Prompt: vivid


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