by Jim Benz

Pam turned and stared
at Mista'peo standing naked
in the tide.

Sensing her gaze, he became
a smooth stone
that she began to polish.

You will not recognize yourself
in the stone's reflection, he cautioned
from a sea gull's cry.

Curling her lip, Pam scoffed
and threw the stone back
into the sea.

Heaven help me, she mused,
I have no need
of these reflections.

Even so, he answered
in a crash of waves,
I am you.


Author's Note: I can't seem to make this poem work. And so it goes.

Posted on 10/23/2009
Copyright © 2020 Jim Benz

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 10/24/09 at 01:47 AM

The symbolism is subject to subjective response. Vivid imagery.

Posted by Julie Adams on 10/25/09 at 08:20 PM

I love this piece so far...if ur not happy with it yet, then keep revisiting it, but I found it intriguing and rather captivating...I want to know about these subjects, i want to hear more...hugs n happy writing, peace, jewels

Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 10/26/09 at 04:05 PM

I love watching this change with the tides. It lives and wants curling into, like a book.

Posted by Laura Doom on 01/25/10 at 11:32 PM

Work from which perspective? It needs work on this reader's part -- identify and research...

Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 05/14/18 at 07:22 PM

Congrats on POTD! I wonder, these many years past, how you feel about this poem. I follow it and having looked up Mista'peo feel no need for further words. I am left with Pam's perceptions at this point in time and Mista'peo not yet accepted as a natural, necessary part of her.

Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 05/16/18 at 05:24 PM

Congratulations, Jim.

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