The Artist’s Touch, a poem by Martina Franjic

I don’t have the glasses
One pink the other blue
I only see rainbow hues
When I close my eyes

And when I stare at the bottom
Of a broken glass
The cracks are sharp and violet
And the sun bleeds pure yellow

When I look up the sky
Through the lenses of my camera
I see monochrome clouds passing by
And sepia dreams melting away

On my flawless photograph
I wear no glasses I have no obstacles
But the bubbles are going up
And they do not burst and they do not fade

Here now
I only have a pen to write about
My perfect world
And colour the dreams in the night.

Thank you so much for this poem, my dear friend.