Sunday, June 17, 2012

Water, Earth, Sky (Poem)

M.C. Escher, Puddle, 1952
Woodcut in Black, Green, and Brown
Printed from Three Blocks

Water, Earth, Sky

Let's be realistic and just admit
we see at least three things

differently. You fear traveling
the road unpaved, sullied soles

treading opposite my own set
direction. I pray to a round-faced

moon sky-jumping Corsican pines
turned upside down in the arc

of the last fevered night carved
out before morning's sharper light.

You liken a puddle a thing easy
to ford; I say be careful, the shallow

can be so deceiving. You mirror
what tracks to every imprinted clue.

I risk what's unseen from the edge,
open up only after the fall begins.

© 2012 Maureen E. Doallas

This poem is my response to today's photo prompt at Magpie Tales. Anyone may participate. Go here to drop your link and to read other contributors' poems.


Unknown said...

They say opposites attract and meld together well. Lovely piece.

Tess Kincaid said...

Yes the shallow can be so very deceiving...

Tumblewords: said...

All things are different through another's eyes and heart...delightful piece!

Unknown said...

I enjoyed the play of differing attitudes after the same goal. Thank you for sharing this, Maureen. =D

Rob Mustard said...

Intensely visual. Sharply drawn. Describes the difference in the way I and my wife see the world. She is, of course, much wiser and usually on safer ground.

Laurie Kolp said...

I really like your take on the prompt, Maureen... especially the ending.

Helen said...

Love that you spied the moon among the pines ... thoroughly enjoyable write!!

Margaret said...

I pray to a round-faced

moon sky-jumping Corsican pines
turned upside down in the arc

Lovely write... but that is especially lovely. I think it needs a painting :)