I’m stumbling across a path of green
I’m becoming entranced
light is glistening from the hidden sky
that is seen through the cracks between
the many branches
of the Sycamore tree
slowly I start skipping barefooted
my hair is slowly becoming unraveled
from the tight bun Nana has roped
my loose golden curls in
a man is whistling in the distance
I’m becoming attracted to his melody
I must find his cry
the one that is drawing me closer
to his hidden presence
I soon discover a wooden bench
it is empty of human warmth
it looks lonely
eagerly waiting for someone
to make use of its adamant self
I decide to sit down
and wallow in my frustration
beautiful stranger
where art though?
”fair maiden”
behold a centaur takes the form
of the penetrating voice
that I so longed to hear
since the moment the reverberation
entered my empty ears
I become intrigued
the creature cannot comprehend
how such a tragic reality
is only seen as fantasy in my eyes
Amber is the Color of Her Energy 
brian miller
August 29, 2012 at 2:20 am
wow….those last two lines…..and in all the reality with which you paint the opening or the bench, the fantasy breaks in and sets those lines up so well…nice…
chanzibrenner
August 29, 2012 at 2:48 am
thanx brian!!
Semaphore / Samuel Peralta
August 29, 2012 at 4:03 am
Intriguing twist at the end – I can’t help thinking that this is only the introduction to a larger epic fantasy… as if this were just the first meeting of Alice and the white rabbit, so to speak, and that she still has to tumble down the rabbit hole into Wonderland.
chanzibrenner
August 29, 2012 at 4:49 am
thanx sam! it would be cool to write a continuation to this poem!
Claudia
August 29, 2012 at 4:29 am
barefoot, unraveled…that’s how we meet the most intriguing creatures..and then seeing phantasy as reality or vice versa…who can tell exactly sometimes..
chanzibrenner
August 29, 2012 at 4:51 am
yup..so true
Mary
August 29, 2012 at 12:03 pm
Wow, what a vivid write. I loved the way you wove this poem, ended up with it being fantasy in your eyes. (One wonders though sometime just where one’s fantasies come from though. But when they come, I think it is good to write them down.)
chanzibrenner
August 29, 2012 at 7:08 pm
thanx mary! yea i had no clue how this ”centaur” popped into my mind!
skyraftwanderer
August 29, 2012 at 11:57 pm
And then the centaur. Just a sublime turn right there.
Excellent write.
chanzibrenner
August 30, 2012 at 12:21 am
thank you!
Serena
August 30, 2012 at 12:44 am
I enjoy how you took me somewhere totally unexpected. Great imagery … the feelings projected onto the bench set me up for something delicious to occur and you didn’t disappoint. Lovely poem, I thoroughly enjoyed it.
chanzibrenner
August 30, 2012 at 3:49 am
wow thanx so much..means alot!