Through the door and
into another
world, my thoughts
behind me
pine cones for gifts, scrabble
a game and I am the
dice
thrown about.
Plans enter my mind, of
deserving attitude
then the mouse
skitters,
a trap nearby
prevents escape.
Against one wall my
only grasp of
reality, and
I take it with both hands
life is good, cherry blossoms
scented,
my taste buds accepting.
© Richard L. Provencher

Comments
Richard L. Prov... | August 4, 2011 - 13:25
Richard L. Provencher
skinner_jennifer | August 4, 2011 - 15:24
Hi Richard,
I really liked this poem, it almost had an Alice in
Wonderland feel to it.
Like the lines:-
pine cones for gifts, scrabble
a game and I am the
dice
thrown about.
Great read.
Jenny.
Richard L. Prov... | August 7, 2011 - 10:20
Thank you so much Jenny, for the comparison. Alice...is such a masterpiece. I am humbly jealous of such talented authors. Richard LP