Open Poetry #33 |
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two old friends fly fishing |
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noah j Member
since 2003-03-05
Posts 82on the open road with the wind blowing in my hair |
I saw two friends, fishing in a forgotten stream-- the fly floating and flying, fluttering in the air, and silently touching down, moving the surface of the water then arching up, teasing the eager fish, building their appetite. The two friends stood in the water, making no ripples, except the water moving around the bodies Moses and Aaron parting the Red Sea. the only people for me are the mad ones-mad to live, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at once--jack kerouac |
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DavePage Member Elite
since 2003-12-21
Posts 2917 |
Like it, I could almost be there. Dave |
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milkweed Junior Member
since 2004-09-07
Posts 42fields of gold |
WOW, what a vision! What a poem! |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
neat write ![]() |
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MGROVES![]() ![]()
since 2004-02-01
Posts 3802california |
good one ![]() |
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quatro Member
since 2003-04-29
Posts 392Galveston, Texas |
and a river runs through it... I can just picture this! Nicely done. quatro |
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Bonnie j Senior Member
since 2003-06-27
Posts 1588Ohio |
A tranquil picture you have painted with your words. BonBon ![]() |
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