Saturday, August 27, 2011


I am---
The recycled rusty bit mounted on a post as art
An eagle soaring with sunlight framing each feather in my wings
An owl calling "who?" in the night. Who will listen?
Twenty years old in the skin of an elephant
The whoa Nellie that my mom rode
A world globe, sepia with age, calling out places that no longer exist
Advisor, hand holder, séance maven in a paisley turban
The dots in a paragraph precisely aligned
Curly spiced French fries
The woman in the box cut in half
A toddler using my security blanket as a cape to fly


  1. May I be the first to say, "Wow!" Your tender, intimate self-portrait tugged my heartstrings. Wonderful photo too. And you haven't even been to a Muse FanClub meeting yet!

  2. I like it! Wonderful, thoughtful images.

  3. Thank you. Each image is a part of me, sometimes contradicting another image, but we are all complex creatures.

  4. Had to come back and read again. I know little of poetry, but I like the mix, detail, flow, and rhythm. That must be good.

  5. Keith, me too, I'm back because I'm haunted by "the whoa Nellie that my mother rode" -- I understand it but I can't explain it. And "twenty years old in the skin of an elephant" -- I don't understand it but the phrase evokes a strong response within me. I also know little of poetry, but to me, this poem is good.

  6. Thank you, thank you. I'm happy you like it. Re the elephant: feeling young, but looking old. But it could also relate to wisdom or memory.

  7. I love this and wish you would post more. It's been almost a year...PLEASE?