Tuesday, November 18, 2008

A Walk In The Light

Stepping stones of sunlight,
with hardwood cracks between,
led from the bay window blinds
to the marble masked fireplace.

I stepped on each,
tip toeing
back and forth,

looking for enlightenment
to shoot up my bones, and
jolt my cluttered cranium
into organized order and solace.

But, all I got was a path of swept floor
and a pair of dirty socks.


gautami tripathy said...

Felt like my brain jolting out. Pat, only you can write the mundane so beautifully.

Devika said...

A funny ending Pat, for a beautiful title :-)

Of course, the rest of the poem relates well...

Since you are here, i came to inform that i have a new one -- supposed to be a poem, but a formless one at my Certain Kind of Woman blog.

thought of informing the bloggers i visit regularly..Take your time, but hope you will find time for it :-)


polona said...

wow, pat, you never disappoint!
your wry humour is unique.

firebird said...

1) If that's your house, it sounds really classy and cozy...
2) I think you are underestimating the organization of your cranium. I'm not fooled.
3) Next time go barefoot. Maybe the socks got in the way of enlightenment.
4) The sunshine in this poem is so inviting--your images are vivid--as always! Very nice...

Masago said...

"...tip toeing" --> A sight I'd like to behold. :-)

...and this too:
"...to shoot up my bones" :-)

J. Andrew Lockhart said...

classic Pat! The last line says it all!!
(It's was so nice to not have to wait another month to see you :)

gel said...

From your interwoven words, I can see those different types of light- ahh!
beautiful and thought-provoking

dsnake1 said...

nice image, those stepping stones of sunlight.

Janice Thomson said...

Oh yes I've missed your unique poetry. Loved this! Those last lines are perfect.