Potholes
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?
Other Poems by Helen
Comments
Comment from helen howell
Time February 27, 2008 at 10:18 pm
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.
Comment from NathanKP
Time February 28, 2008 at 9:24 am
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/
Comment from NathanKP
Time February 28, 2008 at 9:24 am
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/
Comment from NathanKP
Time February 28, 2008 at 9:26 am
Sorry to have accidentally posted twice. It was not intentional.
Comment from helen howell
Time February 28, 2008 at 9:22 pm
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. 
Comment from panji nushantara
Time February 27, 2008 at 5:06 pm
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?