Friday, June 11, 2010

What's Underneath



A forest of possibilities
Sharp and pointed as thoughts
That lurk just beneath
The smooth veneer in lots
Paved by the ragged tires
Of broken down cars
And crowned by a memory
Of what might have been

                       -kls




This is a poem written in response to a prompt from Magpie Tales.  Click here to see what others are doing and to leave a link to your own.

16 comments:

signedbkm.com said...

very nice with so many possiblities....bkm

Helen said...

A thoughtful and well written Magpie!!!

Aoife.Troxel said...

Paved by the ragged tires
Of broken down cars
Loved this!

Sue J said...

I loved the opening two lines, because that's just what pencils are. Well written.

Paul C said...

Lurking beneath the veneer of life...well done.

kathew said...

thoughtful poem-I like it!

Carrie Burtt said...

Love all the imagery..."a forest of possibilities" is awesome! :-)

Tumblewords: said...

Delightful!!

willow said...

I love that bit about the smooth veneer!

niamh said...

sharp and pointed as thoughts,
Thats a great metaphor!

Angie Muresan said...

You know, I often wonder about the what might have been. Lovely work.

Lena said...

I love the same line as Willow. How veneer makes up the pencil, too!

Brian Miller said...

very nice...so many possibilities waiting in the lead...great magpie!

showme said...

nicely done!

Jennifer said...

Love your opening metaphor, and the plaintive finish: "crowned by a memory of what might have been."

Patience said...

Great magpie! Though it's a short poem, it's packed with great lines. Loved the flow of it, it's a bit haunting.