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the shell of tall dry grass
protects blue forest
my mind's eye guides me
onto the top of nearly buried
bald men while my bare
feet shy away from stones
picasso squirrel
watches me
from the twin sides of a trunk
my eyes beneath the sky of the tree
follow an invisible monkey
from one branch to another higher
and higher and down again
eyes drown
in the hospitable green depths
of spare webs of large features
and myriads of discrete uncrowding details
a rainbowed sun ray takes me where
your submarine body
descends to the next coral floor
only to be tempted
by the one below
wh
1988-04-13
Thank you, Rybka.
Anonymous, you have a point or perhaps one half of a point. "Mind's eye" by itself would be a blemish. Possibly this was the reason I hesitated for a couple of years about posting this poem here.
On the other hand, in the context of the stanza, "mind's eye" is integrated with the poem. "Mind's eye" is juxtaposed with the feet. The feet "see" the stones, while "mind's eye" sees the same stones as the sticking above the surface of the earth tops of the heads of bald men.
Possibly, this was the reason that I have posted "nature's coin" after all.
If you know more of such imaginative, poetic poetry then please, cite it, post the links, etc., I'll be grateful.
(And still, a blemish is a blemish :-)
Thank you SJ for another enjoyable read!
You have caused me to learn a lot over the years.