Through My Eyes

A distraction is the roaring sirens

during the keynote speaker

screaming cicadas
at the Friday night drive-in
a glaring red summer’s night wildfire

in the distant mountains from our campground

the backfire of a real hoopty

during a solemn funeral procession
criticisms from naysayers

while you make a point at a meeting

the flutter of a skirt walking by

when you held my attention up until then

You are not a distraction. You are
the atypical bridge accentuating my typical melody

the savory reduction on my bland dish

the hot spring of water flowing into my icy winter’s creek
You are not a distraction.
This is Adam Fletcher’s poetry blog. All works are copyright 2009 by Adam Fletcher, unless otherwise stated. Do not reproduce in any fashion without the explicit permission from the author.

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *