Monday, January 07, 2008

A Fool And His Gold

The sun races through her hair
like fire-angels playing tag.
The sparkle in her eyes is probably fool’s gold
but, I’m addicted to the glitter of that dream.
I definitely know better having sluiced
many streams and creeks the same.
All I need is one, and maybe this one's mine.

17 comments:

floots said...

nicely put
really like this pat
for the analogy and the humour
keep panning
"yukon" do it
(sorry - best i could think of) :)
cheers

Janice Thomson said...

You always have such a unique way of getting your point across- good stuff Pat!

Masago said...

Yowser! You're striking gold, my friend.

Margie said...

Hi Pat
It's been so long since I've paid you a visit!
So nice to be here again!!!!
Happy New Year!

Great poem...as always!

Margie:)

Elena Horowitz-Brookes said...

"I'm addicted to the glitter of that dream" Magical writing, Pat. Your words are golden!

Pris said...

One of your best, Pat. I love this one!

(and on your other note, our sailboat had that draft but little windage compared to a houseboat. I can't even imagine trying to dock one in heavy winds)

polona said...

a true nugget in my miserable opinion!

Katie McKenna said...

lovely.. you had me smiling.. so ever hopeful - like me! Thank you!

J. Andrew Lockhart said...

"The sparkle in her eyes is probably fool’s gold
but, I’m addicted to the glitter of that dream."
Man, I love this line!!

Anonymous said...

a gem. :)

sage said...

I like the use of the mining metaphors. Have you been spending time up around Dahlonega?

Anonymous said...

It is GOLD!

Bill said...

Have you registered that claim?

Russell Ragsdale said...

Wow you really had to be careful with that metaphore, I've been laughing for five minutes on all the ways it could go wrong! Great control!

Anonymous said...

And how does sage know about Dahlonega (my home town) if he lives in the midwest?

Margie said...

Hi Pat
Just came by to see if you had a new poem up!
Hope you come back soon!
I'm sure everyone is missing all your great poems!
I am!

Take care!
Margie

Kai said...

nicely nicely put.