"I am hearing poetry when awake, dreaming poetry when asleep, breathing poetry with each breath, I am living in a poem."

Friday, August 9, 2013

Pickled Thoughts Without Fins

Salar de Uyuni photo: Salar de Uyuni ocuyuni.jpg
Image ~ Photobucket


I ice skate
on a salt mirror
chasing clouds

while drops
of blue sky splash
my ankles with summer.

Lost in the mirage
of pickled thoughts
without fins I skim

the briney surface wishing
I could dive into its glass reflection
to swim through the yellow sun.



©Susie Clevenger 2013

At Real Toads Hannah has provided us with images from the Salar de Uyuni in Bolivia as inspiration for our poetry. Hungry and Haunted

17 comments :

Enigmatic Soul said...

An absolute favourite. The word play and imagery are truly breah-taking. Loved it!

himani rawat nayal said...

while drops
of blue sky splash
my ankles with summer....simply beautiful.

I am not sure if you meant skim or swim in the third para.

Grace said...

I like the mirage of pickled thoughts without fins ~ To dive beneath for the yellow sun is a meaningful and lovely close Susie ~

Susan said...

Simply beautiful.

Kerry O'Connor said...

You have really channeled this picture in your words, and I love the way you chose your vocab so specifically to reflect the image.

Kay L. Davies said...

Beautiful write, Susie. The first stanza reminded me of skating on frozen ponds when I was a youngster.
K

hyperCRYPTICal said...

Lovely Susan, in fact, beautifully dreamy.
Anna :o]

Marian said...

pickled! love it.

Sharp Little Pencil said...

"Lost in the mirage of pickled thoughts without fins I swim..." Damn, Susie, you have such a way with this. You have matched the image with an equally enigmatic poem. Good on you! Amy

Sherry Blue Sky said...

I so love the idea of drops of blue sky splashing your ankles with summer. Wow! Also the pickled thoughts without fins - brilliant! Your mind has not succumbed to heat as mine has :)

Hannah said...

Swimming, like flying both so freeing and your poem definitely carries that flowing graceful tone, Susie. Thank you for writing!

hedgewitch said...

Beautiful glide to this, Susie, and some striking phrases already quoted that match the photo in intensity. It would be a fine place to cloud skate, if you ask me.

Siggi in Downeast Maine said...

I guess I am not alone on the imagery of
"Lost in the mirage
of pickled thoughts"

A wonderful post.
Thank you.
Peace
Siggi

Margaret said...

pickled thoughts! Perfect.

Ella said...

I thought of skating too!
Oh, I love so many lines~
Wondrous and gorgeous!
I will read it again ;D

LaTonya Baldwin said...

Fantastic title and the poem carries equal weight. Like Kerry, most impressed with your word choices, how you interpret the image. Love what you do.

Patricia A. McGoldrick said...

Susie, I glided through the words of your poem, like a skate on the pond! :)

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