As I drink coffee high
in an old pine tree, a silver
car appears below. With
a low moaning honk,
it beckons me to climb
toward vibrating metal.
Not wanting to upset
creation, I obey, slowly
clawing toward ground.
Two headlights track every
coffee drop, as it coats
my sticky cone fingers.
Feet find ground, four wheels
disappear, leaving me alone—
pine needle hair tangling,
green eyes splashing, once
again standing barefoot
straddling a double yellow line.
*71/100: For the next 100 days, I’ll be writing and posting a poem every day. All photos are mine.
That last line seals the deal. 🙂
Aww, thank you. Trying something new with this one…I think.
You succeeded. A bit more surreal than you might typically reach for. 100% approved.
Thanks!! That means so much coming from you.
Beautiful. I’m curious about why you now have a link to see your posts on WP. Did you set up an outisde website and why? I may want to do the same.
Thanks, and I don’t know… I didn’t change anything, so that’s weird. I’ve been getting a lot less followers and comments lately, which I attributed to posting daily (too many posts), but I wonder now if something is wonky with my website. Hmmm…
Yes. Maybe you can pull up your WP site on a friend’s computer to see what I’m seeing. I’ve seen it on a few other sites, too. WP has a link. You have to click on the link to see your photos and poetry.
Thanks, I’ll have to give that a go. No idea what changed. Weird.
Pine goo is not fun!
It really isn’t! But it’s not nearly as sticky as banana slugs. Those are impossible.
Wonderfully strange and dreamlike! I love how effortlessly the human and the natural merge, ending with that delightfully haunting image on the double yellow line.
Thank you! I was trying something different with this one and I think I’ll try experimenting more like this as I finish out this series of poems.
I’m left with differing views regarding this poem’s subject. I like that, something which can offer me different ways to interpret it. On the mundane level, I see a squirrel coming down out of the tree (but why was it drinking coffee?). Oh, so many ways to go….
I was on a writing retreat looking out over the view and these words sort of came to me. Maybe it’s about finding creativity, or chasing yourself, but it could be a squirrel. I’m glad you like the ambiguity of it, as I’m trying to get a little more experimental with my poems.