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King fisher, king after all.

Guided by sea scents
a blue line over his eyes:
a wet edge from food

Silver souls swim by
the sun creates fake signals
salty, hard to find

 

Raw as the sea's tide

a scream for hunting rises

requiem for death

 

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  • poetrycall
    September 11, 2008

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    Your words are beautiful but I think I'm a little too tired to completely understand / look into the meaning. Which is strange to me, because I usually understand everything completely on my first try.
    I think it might be about someone trying to fish for food.
    I'm tired.


  • Green Manalishi gold member
    September 5, 2008
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    Sweet. This really took me away. Thanks.


  • Swan song gold member
    September 5, 2008
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    I think the first poem was very good. I do like this overall very good thnak you for entering