Monday, September 27, 2010

Fields with my Footprints

was that you I heard
by the curled crisps of corn
lighting fires
where fires would not catch
or was it always me
under the tree
sleepy from school
and the long day
with not much more than night
and misunderstanding
waiting by orange lamplight

you can crunch the corn
with black peppery eyes
scurrying mouse feet in the dark
my matches are dry
and the whiskey half empty
you might dare to talk to me
once you forget
that you only planned to listen


Karen said...

You know how I love the sound of words, and again, you have pleased my inner ear with yours. The alliteration and slant rhymes are masterful. The poem is filled with sensory imagery. Very nice.

the walking man said...

I always plan to just listen. It never works out that way though. If your matches are dry I will finish most of the whiskey and use the rest to start the fire so you don't have to hurry home because the street lights are on. Let's talk instead.

Dr. Cheryl Carvajal said...

The images are beautiful, and I imagine myself like a spirit, stepping lightly through the cornfield, manifesting just enough to crack a few steps and let you know I'm coming.

Felicity Grace Terry said...

A perfect poem for autumn.

Oddyoddyo13 said...

This was very just had that aura, ya know? Love it. :)

Anonymous said...

Karen, this one was done stream-of-consciousness style. I like seeing what natural rhythms come out of my head.

Walking Man, that's an offer I'll gladly accept.

Shakespeare, actually that's perfect. You, as the listener, play just that kind of role in this one.

Petty, the image really drips of autumn to me.

Oddyoddyo13, that aura is almost always what I'm shooting for. Not the same one, or this one, but a particular aura each time.

Cloudia said...

I like drinking in your images and words

Aloha from Waikiki

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K.Lawson Gilbert said...

Lovely strangeness, yet familiarity to this one. This is understandable - it has a clear surface, but it is definitely not simple! It has an intricacy that makes it very appealing!

Anonymous said...

Kaye, perhaps it whispers to you because you've walked some of those fields and asked similar questions.

Wild Rose said...

I love how you explore little unknowns and still make them feel so familiar. Wonderful write Jason :)