Framed Poetry — Part 1

You Left Me There

Visual Crush

You entered, you looked, and you picked me, returning home with your newly found treasure. On a high, you looked at me over and over, turning me around, back and forth, viewing me from all angles. You took photos of me and posted them on your Facebook profile, showing off your new found love to all your friends. You placed me within view, but still in a secure place. This was one of the best day of my life.

Framed Poetry — Part 2 — You Left Me There, Hanging — On Your Hall of Fame

Getting up the next day, the first thing you did was run to me, taking me in your arms and smiling proudly, then slowly placed me back on the shelf. As the days went by you slowly began to ignore me, leaving me to pass the day on a shelf with less and less attention.

Framed Poetry — Part 3 — You Left Me There, Hanging, Trapped — Suffocating This Heavy New Love

One day you came back home with the same high spirits as the day you found me. In your hands you had another lovely treasure. You went through the same routine, so happy with your find, placing this new treasure on your Facebook profile to boast to your friends — your new-found love. Before going to bed, you placed it over me. This was the worst day of my life. I did not sleep the entire night, suffocated by this heavy new love in your life.

Framed Poetry — Part 4 — You Left Me There, Hanging, Trapped, on Your Living Wall — I Tried, in This Instance to Free Myself from Your Love

The next morning you came over, ecstatic, and while you lifted him up I pushed myself hard to use this chance to free myself from your new love.

In doing so, I fell hard to the floor next to your feet. You picked me up and realized you had forgotten about me, ignoring me on the shelf. You felt bad. You once picked me over a thousand other objects — an instant visual crush.

You looked right at me and said I am sorry to have ignored you for so long. You placed me back on the shelf but over your newer treasure. This was the second best day of my life.

Framed Poetry — Part 5 — You Moved Everything out of the Way for Me — You Banged and Pounded on the Nearby

You went out for a couple of hours and when you came back you took me over to your working desk. You moved everything out of the way and took a spectacular glass and wood frame out of a big plastic bag. You looked at me with a big smile, placed me under the glass, and secured the frame. You left me there wondering what was happening to me. Trapped between the glass and the wood I hadn’t much room to stretch.

You banged and pounded on the nearby wall. I started to panic thinking you had tilted and gone loco. After a while, you came back and picked me up, again looking at me straight and proud. You examined all angles and, carrying me to the wall, hung me. I felt sick from the height. I was never particularly fond of heights. You stepped back, but your stare remained locked on me, squinting as if your eyes were trying to measure my position on the wall like a laser.

Framed Poetry — Part 6 — Finally Stabilized, Your Smile of Satisfaction — You Left Me There, Hanging, Trapped on Your Living Wall

I felt sick but you did not notice. I was afraid to vomit while stuck between the glass and the wooden frame as there was not much room to do so without it all coming back to my face. This disgusted me even further and I had to focus, talking to myself to stay still and just hang there. You stepped in close swinging me slightly to the left and then to the right. The urge to vomit intensified.

Finally, you found my center line and, with a smile of satisfaction, you left me there, hanging, trapped on your living wall. I became frozen so that you might feast your eyes on my eternal beauty.

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Francine Fallara 2020