Tuesday, March 16, 2010

She could not see her own

It's all very nice
to say "Everyone's born
with some special talent" --
but what if the talent
you happen to have been born with
really belongs
to some other century?
And what if you just forgot
to oil the joints a time or two
and now you're frozen into stillness?
"Hmmm," she said, fingers stroking her chin
as if there were a goatee there,
and she some Freudian analyst,
cradling a smoking pipe in her other hand,
"what if you turned
and looked at this another way?
Might not that frozen propeller
become a pure white flower
when tilted on its side?"
Her talent was seeing potential,
though she could not see her own...

I penned this poem for Carry On Tuesday's prompt for March 16: to use the phrase "Everyone is born with some special talent." Links to contributions from other participants in Carry on Tuesday #44 are here.

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4 comments:

Stan Ski said...

Composition is what makes any picture or story.

Rob said...

wonderful take on perspective, something most people lose sight of too readily -- liked the image as well, very cool...

...rob
Image & Verse

Maureen said...

I'm pleased to see you participated, too. I did mine on "Alice". (I enjoyed the movie a lot, which I saw last Saturday.)

Another cool image!

Lilibeth said...

I love this, especially the last line...I know people like that!

Her talent was seeing potential,
though she could not see her own...