My heart envisions what my eyes refuse to see. ~Poet Walter J Wojtanik
Chilled to the bone,
Houdini searches for a break,
for whatever it takes
for this illusion to mesmerize,
he tries. His eyes are blinded,
he is lucky if he can find it.
Beneath the ice he founders,
listening for sound of the astounded
rubes. He’d much prefer cubes
thrilling him that river water chilling him.
© Walter J Wojtanik – 2019
Written for The Twiglets #115: Beneath The Ice
My heart envisions what my eyes refuse to see. ~Poet Walter J Wojtanik
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I love this little tale and it’s excellent internal rhyming.
Thanks, Sara! Not sure why Houdini popped up, but glad he did.
This really went in a very interesting direction. I like this a lot.