This week's prompts from Under The Porch Light are highlighted in the short poem below:
Kissing a frog hoping to find a prince
Is like trying to describe a rainbow to a blind person
It’s like rolling the dice, it can be such a cinch
But what you get is a just a fragmented version.
Not quite feeling love found before it’s lost
Not quite seeing colors boxed within a darkened tomb
Grand results have flagged such an extravagant cost
Of being amazed of the beauty in this unfurnished room.