Sunday, May 9, 2010

Writer's Island: Stowaway

Stowaway

I got up early
on Saturday morning,

saw the aluminum sky
so turned the computer

on and flew to the sunny
shores of Writer’s Island.

There I found a shiny shell,
picked it up and put it

in my pocket. All day
I carried that stowaway

with me. I’d slide
my hand in and feel

it nestled there, smooth
and full of possibilities.

At night I placed it
next to my bed

and woke up today
dreaming about this poem.

8 comments:

anthonynorth said...

A most original stowaway. I liked it.

Dee Martin said...

I love putting prompts in my pocket and letting them hide there til they tell me what they want to say :)

Wayne Pitchko said...

stowaway...prompt in the pocket...really like what you did here...and a well written poem...thanks for sharing this

Stan Ski said...

Some days the beach is littered with such shells - others, there are none.

Marja said...

Yeh the shiny shells need to sit there for a while before the world
can adore them Very good

Annie said...

This poem just left me feeling so happy. I too have tucked treasures away to enjoy secretly throughout the day.

Victoria said...

I'm always sticking a pebble or shell or feather in my pocket, seem to need touchstones. The poem feels familiar, a very real part of my experience of being human.

Dina Spice said...

A few bits that drew me in..."aluminum sky" Love that image, the flow of "full of possibilites", great wording/idea. Also, really am a fan of the sweet, little zing-of-an-ending (I'm a sucker for those).

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