From a field guide,
to a dream --
they led me, and I
invoked them.
Tribe of bark,
and yellowed grass,
I know them.
All around are jump ropes
and jokes,
a splintered bleacher.
And we have only 15 minutes.
But, I will find them
I will find them in the yellowed grass,
the bleached sun,
the calm of the page,
and our dream.
The noise will fade,
and we will become as one.
Meg Smith is a poet, journalist, dancer and events producer
living in Lowell, Mass.
Her poems appeared in many journals and anthologies. As a
journalist, her coverage has been honored by the New England Newspaper
And Press Association. She produces the Edgar Allan Poe Show, and published
a second book of poetry Dear Deepest
Ghost, available on Amazon.
Dear Meg,
ReplyDeleteThank you for your intriguing poem, makes me wonder what happens if I lost myself in a field guide.
Best wishes,
Inge
Had to read this twice - very clever indeed
ReplyDeleteIntriguing poem, Meg. I like it. One of my students was explaining to me earlier this week how he caught a garter snake. Thank you for sharing. Continued blessings!
ReplyDelete-MJ
(www.creativeinspirationspp.blogspot.com)
Dear Meg,
ReplyDeleteWhat a joy to see you already have awakened in these lovely comments. I'm leaving the garter snakes away from me. Ha! Ha! Welcome to Whispers! I hope you enjoy your time spent here. Best wishes!
Blessings,
Karen
Dear Meg,
ReplyDeleteVery enjoyable read. Once a friend asked me if I wanted to go
rattle snake hunting. Thinking he was pulling my leg, I said yes. We found about 50 rattle snakes that day. That night I dreamed of rattle snakes crawling under my feet every where I went. At least your snakes were pleasant to think about.
Knight Writer.