Open Poetry #24 |
Lutak |
bbent Senior Member
since 2001-01-07
Posts 521Alaska |
Slimy chum chuckers, chestdeep in the hole, mumbling softly of mother. Above buyers chatter, of color and roe, tote up,down goes another. Waves gently rock, on masts eagles flocked, wasted deckhands missing home. Never ending days, fireweed ablaze, to summer a wearied mind roams. |
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Ericc Member Elite
since 2003-01-31
Posts 4178 |
Wow...this sets a mood. Beautiful words. Eric |
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Nan
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-20
Posts 21191Cape Cod Massachusetts USA |
You've created a grand thematic portrait with simple words here, bbent... Nice use of poetic tools indeed... |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
very nicely done... Nan indeed hit the nail on the head with her comment.. I shall just ditto her.. ( wondering how to put Nan into a Ditto machine) |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
YES! You're riding a crest now Ray! Keep your pen and paper handy. I know I'm going to miss the fireweed this summer as much as the moose and Denali. |
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bbent Senior Member
since 2001-01-07
Posts 521Alaska |
Thanks eric,never thought of slimy chum chuckers as beautiful.lol.glad you enjoyed Thank you... Nan and Cpat,Don't even know what the poetic tools are.lol.Thanks for the compliment.Lutac is a local dock where I've worked offloading the fishing boats during summer.Just an attemt to escape winter. Oh yes Kacy...My winter's beacon. Would post a picture but to lazy to figure out how.Thought fireweed was a universal weed???Alaska misses you'r charm too.So glad your here for my inspiration. Live like it's your last day... |
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