Mabheleni Dam

Gold cherry

By socialeaf

Wed, 30 May 2018
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10 comments
 

I flick this rod

swishing through

the evening air

 

the fly kissing

the meniscus

 

I know there

are poems in here

 

I see their

darting

bright flanks

reflect the

setting sun

 

and others have

caught such

giants here

 

As the water cools

my hips

 

I think of

Robert Johnson

selling his soul

for the blues

 

I wade in

over my head

for a time

 

but nothing down

there makes any

sense at all

 

just noise

 

Patience 

 

I hear my father say

as I feel my breath run low

 

The poems choose you my boy 

 

 

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Comments

Submitted by Di_Hard on

I love this idea of catching poems from a place! Have gone to beautiful places with a pad and pastels, or a camera, but the way you have expressed this, the rod/pen, the fishes/poems, the deep water. It's wonderful. I like the rhythm too

 

Submitted by socialeaf on

Thank you Di Hard. 

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Poetic beauty.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by socialeaf on

Thank you so much Jenny. Roy

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Glimpses reflecting sunshine more inspiring than the overwhelmed vision and ears submerged! Rhiannon

 

Submitted by socialeaf on

Absolutely yes! Thank you Rhiannon! 

 

Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

Brilliant pick - congratulations!

 

Submitted by socialeaf on

Thank you insert:)

 

Submitted by Parson Thru on

Wonderful. I was thinking of a Hemingway short story as I read this, then you led me down an unexpected path. I love the analogy.

Brilliant stuff, socialeaf. And so true.

Parson Thru

Submitted by socialeaf on

Thank you Parson Thru:)