Jefferson Carter


Pasture


To a narcissist, all
the world’s a mirror.
The day I misread
the no trespassing sign
in the laundromat window
as no trepanning, I retired
from narcissism. I stopped
worrying about my headaches.
I’m not so lonely now
& even a goat isn’t just
a goat. I told my neighbor
my lawn’s a pasture & today
I saw a herd, fainting goats
he calls them, grazing there.

Submitted: Thursday, May 23, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, September 10, 2013

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  • Patti Masterman (8/3/2013 11:32:00 AM)

    I am always misreading signs and it is almost as if the part of my brain causing it has a sense of humor (as yours obviously does!) . Also, my brain in sleep assigns me words to exercise in wakeful hours. Todays word is 'obviate' which you must admit I got obviously close to in this comment. (Report) Reply

  • Bri Edwards (7/4/2013 1:59:00 PM)

    i imagine you, JC, wish the comments below sounded more like those written by EFL readers/writers!
    i enjoyed the poem for the the uniqueness of images, real or imagined..... i'm not sure which are which.
    if i were viewing the world as a mirror i would think at times that i would want to cover the mirror to blot out the image, and other times i would want to enlarge the mirror and wipe it as clean as can be. in other words, when i think of looking in a mirror, i hope to see a pleasing image and the world is not always a pleasing image.
    i could give my thoughts about each line i have a question about, or a comment on, i suppose, but usually i don't feel like, or don't think i should try, analyzing too much. it can detract too much from the reader's enjoyment and the author's enjoyment.
    a comment you wrote to another poet leads me to believe you do not appreciate rhyming. i enjoy making up and reading rhymes..... if they sound good to me. my reaching for rhymes does control me a bit but also helps to direct me. sometimes the rhyming is (almost?) the only thing i like about another poet's poem. but your poem needs no rhymes to please me.
    i would be interested to hear if this is a personal account of your life or someone else's or if it is something you made up. at our new-to-us home, near the northern california coast, our lawn looks like a pasture since we stopped having it mowed. i do a little natural weed control, but we enjoy the natural look, and save money and conserve fuel, even though our neighbor is not pleased visually. the wildflowers (weeds?) are quite attractive. we have halfheartedly discussed getting a goat. if we do i hope it doesn't faint away.
    thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

  • Yasmeen Khan (6/23/2013 11:31:00 AM)

    After breaking the mirror that showed only your image you feel not so lonely, a bit convoluted write (Report) Reply

  • Aftab Alam Khursheed (6/23/2013 11:01:00 AM)

    Though you brought but this is the world to sketch own image......If pasture became a suffocating house whose fault (Report) Reply

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