Only over Africa do potholes lie in sky
like large and open vaults
ready, waiting, able,
to tempt a woman’s mind
into priceless memories.
But no matter land or sky
there always is a forceful power
that lifts me up and out
onto the straight confining
and dull normality
of this present life and times.
And how beautiful a pothole
that contains the best of times
and I’m guilty more and more
of unexpectedly
dropping in to feel again
how it was back then.
Mind’s playground in the sky
holds more potholes than the land
but when I’m in it’s like I’m out
from what I can’t abide ~
and so of potholes who can say
they do not aid survival?
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good one. Potholes, I’ll remember this.
excuse me but I think you make two spelling errors on your tagline. I quote you : “…Peoms of nature, sad peoms…”
you mean poems, right?
Isn’t it amazing that one can look but not see? Thank you for pointing out that error. I didn’t type it but I should have spotted it. Thanks again.
Very nice poem. I’ve always like poetry that is centered in the middle of the page, but I have yet to try that style.
NathanKP – http://nathankp.blogspot.com/
Very nice poem. I’ve always like poetry that is centered in the middle of the page, but I have yet to try that style.
NathanKP – http://nathankp.blogspot.com/
Sorry to have accidentally posted twice. It was not intentional.
Thank you nathankp for visiting here. I hope you’ll come back again. Don’t worry, it’s just “them there” potholes that account for the … shakes and double posts.