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by Kathleen Wilson



she began to see
distant trees

watched herself fall
through her own fingers

her critical angle
internal reflection

was water
a stream

always approaching
from every direction

her total
inversion

perfectly formed
green

red fruited
possibility

her dark image
had found her there in desert sand

mysteriously blooming
it lured her

to feed its own
imagination

she waited
until she was finished

01/27/2008

Author's Note: Published in Phantom Seed #1, Spring, 2008.

Posted on 01/27/2008
Copyright © 2017 Kathleen Wilson

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by David Garner on 01/27/08 at 09:31 PM

I love this. Her total inversion & Red fruited possibility are wondrous lines. This piece is beautiful. Like a mirage and a cactus. I understand it; I don't understand it. I'm pricked by it; I love its nectar.

Posted by George Hoerner on 01/28/08 at 02:37 AM

"she watched herself fall through her fingers" Great write Katleen. How often we fall through ourselves and don't even know it.

Posted by Mary Frances Spencer on 01/28/08 at 06:29 AM

So now I see this as a painting inspired by your beautiful words! Love it! MFS

Posted by Jim Benz on 01/29/08 at 09:14 PM

this was a poem I could savor - as much for meaning as for the way it is stated, its use of grammar and image. very nice Kathy.

Posted by Jared Fladeland on 01/30/08 at 06:17 AM

a great rhythm and wonderful imagery

Posted by Steven Kenworthy on 01/30/08 at 03:37 PM

oh my. yet another different style displayed without lack of serious quality. this poem i like most because it leaves the reader open to interpretation. it's going to take me a few passes to pin it down...at least what i want it to be in my imagination, but the wording is very strong and vivid. this feels like a shampoo commercial on ecstasy & a healthy diet of nature. sensationalstuff.

Posted by Charlie Morgan on 01/30/08 at 04:57 PM

...kathleen, goes in mefaves!, love the joyous melancholy of comfort...of Her [just] waiting til she's finished...makes real the ism of...what is so beautiful about the desert?...it has an oasis hidden in it!!!! you say that with this delightful spillage...peace, chaz

Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 01/30/08 at 09:28 PM

I especially like "she watched herself fall through her own fingers" and of course the last two lines are marvelously inverting. I see reflections in an oasis pool, I see shadows catching forms, I see a melding of that seen with that imagined. Quite extraordinary.

Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 02/01/08 at 10:32 PM

I love lingering in the garden that is this poem! Excellent, Kath. Thanks.

Posted by Tony Whitaker on 02/02/08 at 06:55 AM

This is another of your wonderful works (sycophant alert) where if you read every odd numbered stanza you have a poem. Turn around, and though not as complete the even-numbered stanzas are a poem. And, as usual, most all of Kathleen;s works takes several reads to see where "I" thinks she tries to take us. Wonderful Kathleen!

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