SLEEPING UNDER A TREE

another way to be a fool ...

 I was sleeping under a tree

The sun shone brightly to awaken

and deliver me from unconsciousness.

Bright blue skies reflecting the light of day

had replaced the dark moonlit azure

a perfect backdrop to last night’s

starry path to heaven, a path untried.

I was alive.

and impatient

not yet grateful

just now realizing

a half-fallen tree on my roof

my bumper half-buried in its trunk

a half-finished fifth of vodka on the floor

a New York State Trooper at my door,

Jaws Of Life called to rescue

a fool found sleeping under a tree.

Reviews

This one got me good! Lets start the with opening: I like how you romance the setting it pulled me in and got me all comfortable. As it progressed, I could totally apreciate the imagery it was real and descriptive. Then, when you hit us with the reality It all came together so perfectly. Its an awesome poem.

[just rose.]

Isn't it amazing how things aren't always what they seem. This was wry and ironic and even funny, in a twisted way, I guess this is one of those times where one would say, "as long as everyone's ok ..." but your poem begs the question, are they? Really? Great stuff. :)

[Ladysue]

A well written story with good imagery. I think these lines impact....

I was alive.
and impatient
not yet grateful
just now realizing

Nice work...

[Ed Hart]

to get all the way to here, we have to become fugitives from the law of averages...we have to survive