Open Poetry #20 |
A Holy Mackerel |
ThisDiamond Member Rara Avis
since 2002-02-22
Posts 9353Michigan, USA |
Floating on the water glass, silken fog obscures each pass Dipped into ripples clean and clear, before my eyes in veils sheer In unison each stroke to glide, into the dawn we both will ride On graceful lines and sturdy wood, to share of this now understood We need not speak a single sound, as one will lead the other bound Direct the bow to water deep, what matters now that we will keep In harmony to share this day, and keep the dreams we give away We listen in on quiet terms, and smile to play with rods and worms And disappear from sound and sight, and not return until the night Depending on cooperate, the fickle fish may take the bait In words I've heard and dreams I've seen, no other cause quite so serene For this I know within your eyes, the fish match wits to take the prize Copyright Kkh 4/11/02 |
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Mistletoe Angel
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
(smiles) Wow, I love this, sweet friend, this is a wonderful expressive piece of affection and trying to find the right fish in the sea! (kiss on cheek) This is wonderfully said, sweet friend, we all love you so much! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet Kathleen, thank you for sharing! May love and light always shine upon you! Love, Noah Eaton |
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
An elegant fish story with wonderful lines and a hook at the end... |
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