2025 Day 7: Why I am not a Portrait

 
Why I am not a Portrait
By Penelope Olive
 
I’ve been framed!
This would be my only jest.
How limiting life would be!
Look to the top, left, right -
you’ll find me at the bottom,
lost in my doldrums.
For all that is visible to me
are the 4 edges of my frame.
 
A lover of Peace and Quiet,
I would continually be interrupted by
faces popping in and out of view
with glasses, hats, dangly ears
Googly eyes staring at me,
Curious, but not enough to stay
More than a nano second,
Life is too precious, or busy...
 
I spend life staring ahead
past the faces and figures
that just pass me by
into a picture across the hall
which seems to change
more often than I.
I see movement, the back
of some someone.
 
Then Presto! Something new
appears before me…
I dislike kaleidoscope images -
they make me dizzy;
somewhat fond of the
occasional landscape.
But most of all I long for
Eyes looking back at me.
 
I fell in love once
when he came to hang there
across from me for a while.
A laughing face
with joy, love in his eyes
My smile back felt real
Then one day he was gone.
But Love and Peace remained.
 
 
Prompt:
Why I am not a piece of art, ie a portrait.