Do you have to squint to see me?

Question:You Have to Squint

Look closer...
I may not be as I seem.
My edges are
SHARP...
I'm too close to be seen.
Step back a little,
take a breath,
let your imagination flow.
Squint your eyes,
adjust the depth,
you'll see...
ME
before you know.
I have softer edges,
but
you are still
too close
to see.
Walk all the way
across the room;
a little further if you dare.
Now, can you see...
ME
from way down there?

Best Answer - Chosen by Asker: You Have to Squint

Look closer...
I may not be as I seem.
My edges are
SHARP...
I'm too close to be seen.
Step back a little,
take a breath,
let your imagination flow.
Squint your eyes,
adjust the depth,
you'll see...
ME
before you know.
I have softer edges,
but
you are still
too close
to see.
Walk all the way
across the room;
a little further if you dare.
Now, can you see...
ME
from way down there?

I liked the pushes in this poem: STOP, consider what I'm saying, consider ME!

The short lines were perfect, harmonized this effect, made it stronger.

The last line puzzles me slightly, but perhaps was meant to: why am I now down?

that was pretty, GOOD JOB!!!

(Well, if I don't get these glasses fixed, yes!)
I like your 'softer edges'.

Good poem.
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That was GOOD! Make ME traipse all over the poem before I know what you're doing, will you! Ingrate!!! Avast, ye swab! You're word-footing this noon! For that, you must walk the sonnet-plank!!!!

Very Good Poem.....
and the stress of the argument, particularly in the first line, with respect to the second is brilliant.

'I may not be as I seem'............the line reminds me what 'Iago' says in Shakespeare's Othello 'I am not what I am'....
and one's character is like a rainbow........yes...come closer, too closer and have a look.......otherwise, you will miss some of my colours!

Very good. I kept backing up and squinting - looking for the inner meaning - and then found it.

I'm an old geezer, and have to squint to see anything, so it was no surprise that by the time I got to the end, I was across the street in the neighbors back room. Boy was that ever hard to explain.

This sounds like a rehearsal for an IQ test where you had to tell what the objects were! You do get a high IQ score for this. I have seen the same pictures as you, I can see why it would intrigue you to write about with different levels of meanings, etc. Well done.

I couldn't see you from way down here, so I had to come much closer. Ah, yes, now I see how beautiful you are. I see your soft edges, your depth, and your creative poetry.