i’m with the fishing people.
the big clouds didn’t scare us tonight
instead they blushed graciously at our compliments,
such a nice day!
below the harbor water is black and
waxed fine like a waiting ballroom floor
i have no watch, no phone, no one knows i’m here
one man catches a small one,
throws it back
to skid along the surface
soft Latin music brings on a deepening,
blues and reds,
i watch him catch the same fish again
it dances this time, dies,
one star brightens to accept it, ripples settle out across the sky.
written 10.8.13
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I like the idea of the water waxed fine like a waiting ballroom floor and the fish dancing to Latin music.
I like the idea of the water waxed fine like a waiting ballroom floor and the fish dancing to Latin music.
nice imagery in this…
kinda sad the fish had to die
but i am glad the universe accepted it….
nice imagery in this…
kinda sad the fish had to die
but i am glad the universe accepted it….
This is great, I especially like the clouds blushing at your compliments.
This is great, I especially like the clouds blushing at your compliments.
There is a wonderful kind of wisdom in this piece or me
There is a wonderful kind of wisdom in this piece or me
The poem's spirit of being outside of the constraints of time is awfully appealing. I would like to go there.
The poem's spirit of being outside of the constraints of time is awfully appealing. I would like to go there.
Thank you all so much for reading ~ I really appreciate it!
Thank you all so much for reading ~ I really appreciate it!