A fishing trip for words:
I heard tiny fishes singing
words of water, water words
words of rushing down the cascade
bubbles flashing in morning sun
words of jade, green bouldersĀ waiting
gleam of grasses in the stone
words of tiny eggs waiting for warmth of summer sun
Water words: splash, dash, trickle, deep, I must go to the thesaurus
words of ancients, poets, schemers, lies and liars, trimmers, tryers
words to shudder, words to keep
All these tiny hooks and hooked,
all this in a stream, a brook, a river, ocean
Artic sea
fishes caught by seals
Small boys
calling caught one, on the shiny line
I pull my words and scatter
hooks.
Posted by: cronelogical | October 2, 2006
The Challenge
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Somehow a wall has been constructed across my river and the flow has stopped..but there is still a bis space in my heart to listen to your words. Love, cronejane
By: visioncrone on October 23, 2006
at 1:11 pm