Monday, May 26, 2008

Imagination for ReadWritePoem


I moved my chair
into a coin of sunshine,
poured a glass
of merlot,
then settled in
for a little afternoon
reading delight.

I started losing
myself in someone
else’s life, flying
above the trees
and people
in the campground

when I felt
at me.

No one passing by
on the road,
no sunbathers
at nearby campsites
but, still, those eyes
watching me.

Prickles on the back
of my neck.
standing at attention
on my arms.

I tried reading
but those glaring
eyes would not turn

I glanced
at my own camper
and there
were the faces
of the pansies
I’d planted that morning,
on thin necks,
frowning in the sun,
my every move.


sister AE said...

Boy! you make those pansies sound evil!

mariacristina said...

You use your imagination throughout this poem. I love the opening image of the coin of sunshine, then the narrator's voyage into her book, and at the end, those pansies. I can see some strange faces in those flowers! A very inventive poem.

paisley said...

i too was caught by the coin of sunshine... excellent imagery there... i did not foresee the pansies tho,, i was envisioning the people in the book you were reading about,, staring back at you,, reading your life,, as you were reading theirs.....

anthonynorth said...

The imagery of self was excellent.

Nathan1313 said...

"Coin of sunshine" is a great phrase. I like the way you surprise us in the end with the image of the flowers watching you. It's also nice the way the flowers are a little menacing rather than bucolic.

Crafty Green Poet said...

I love 'coin of sunshine' too and the idea of being watched by pansies is excellent...

paisley said...

i had to change my domain name to please change your links and or feed as necessary

all you will have to do is remove the - from between why and paisley,, everything else will remain the same and will redirect you to the correct page.... sorry for the inconvenience...

Giggles said...

Clever ending! Well done.

lissa said...

lovely imagery in this. great voice. you can feel the person being watched. i love the part about prickles.

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