Wednesday, July 23, 2014

The Reflecting Pond

Ten years ago
I tattooed a symbolic charm
of happiness on my ankle;
now its detail
nestles within skin’s movement

This morning I turned the music up
and started screening my calls; precise
unbearable voices couldn’t reach me

I saw a curious dust settle
on maps of South America;
taking them from the shelves,
they were brittle to the touch

I missed my appointment
today; I didn’t want to be an
exploding crocus sitting on
a couch, sheathed in a
fevered, crowded waiting room

No, today I turned the music up
and started screening my calls,
watched birds rustle trees,
and Bougainvillea rage
gardens in breezy rain

Tonight I’ll turn my pillow
over, so I may pierce the
otherside of dreams...
where crocuses mend
in calm agility; willows
bend sway between two darknesses.

— Pamela Sayers

An artist by profession, Pamela Sayers poetry is in part inspired by Mexico. Now living in Puebla, the former New Yorker teaches English while absorbing the local culture. The Reflecting Pond first appeared on wordsandthoughtspjs and appears here with the author's permission.

One of Pamela's previous contributions to the Bar None site, Water, Wings and Alliterated Wishes recently climbed to the top rung of our Hall of Fame. Congratulations Pamela and continued thanks for allowing us to share your poetry!


  1. What a pleasant surprise, Mark. Thanks so much. I hope all is well with you.


    1. All is well Pamela...missed the swelter that is Mexico and have found that New Orleans is a nice substitute.