The men are casting their flies
into the river
but the fish
are not biting
They hid deep down
in the currents.
Slowly facing
upstream to breath
through their gills.
Down river
I skip rocks.
Some splash three, four times
I have seen
the flattest rocks
engulfed
by a single ripple
Like a dream
caught unfairly
in a single swallow
of a turbid wall.
Author notes
This is about a river that ran close to my house
In a list
A contest entry
- Origins by saartha.
300 points, ended May 23, 4 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Ohh, this is lovely. Your word choices are understated and superb. What an excellent minimalistic poem, exactly what I was hoping to get with this contest. Thank you for the submission.
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I love this piece.
Even though you used so little words,
it created a vivid picture.
Good luck in the contest and I hope you win!!
♥
~Princess of Shadows~ -
A dream can be interpreted many ways. A ripple in time, a rock skipped across the stream.. Very creative and so well stated. ~Sie
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