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Flip a Penny
by Alison McKenzieFlip a penny only
To reveal the tarnished
Opposite side, still
As appealing as
The shine of a new car
At first, the idea of his journey
Seemed novel and brave
Until it stretched into this desert,
A skewed reality,
The wavering distance
From one mirage to the next,
And he began to understand
The shine was only the heat
Making him thirsty for something
He would never reach.
The penny burnt a hole
In the shade.
There was no rest.
Only the flip of a penny
To reveal the tarnished.
01/09/2009 Posted on 01/09/2009
Copyright © 2024 Alison McKenzie
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 01/09/09 at 02:34 PM And for some reason there are times when no polish has enought strength to make them shine. Really nice write Alison. |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 01/09/09 at 05:52 PM I'd like to see the polish that could clean up that kind of tear. Really great read. |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 01/09/09 at 06:11 PM ...ahh i love this ... the way it swoops and darts; your choice of words/metaphors remind me of the Little Prince: he too was searching for verdant pastures [within a desert] and he was told ...'the beauty in a desert is that it holds an oasis.'
your pome is an oasis, your are too. great paint-job on a classic chasis. |
| Posted by Mary Frances Spencer on 01/09/09 at 06:59 PM This has a very timeless feel. Really nice work here! Namaste MFS |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 01/09/09 at 08:20 PM "The penny burnt a hole In the shade." I love how you flipped this penny around and over - very clever and very revealing.
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| Posted by Nanette Bellman on 01/09/09 at 10:28 PM Wow Alison, I'm not even sure a can of Coke could make this penny shiny again. Great read. |
| Posted by A. Paige White on 01/15/09 at 05:20 PM Stunning and beautifully done, dear one. I truly adore your spirit that catches the best poetry from some of the hardest heartaches you face. Beautiful! |
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