Monday, July 27, 2015
DO U C AS I C
DO U C AS I C
This thing looks solid
and so odd
Is it stone or a
piece of wood
It appears natural in
its form
Yet perhaps crafted
to illude
Looking at it it
reflects a spell
Its facial features
shine and swell
It is a head somewhat
for sure
There are mouths an
eye and an ear
One view conjures a
smiling face
That splits the eye and the ear
In the wide grinning mouth
it says
Cryptically DOUCASIC
Come see all that
which it does bear
They tell something
else hidden there
The eye sees the imagined
images
The game of illusion
as it plays