not poetry. not fiction. a life, and something in between.
Fishy :)
... fermented and spread
Not a good night! But vivid descriptions!
love it when lots of things are expressed through a few words or a very 'lonely' image...then you can sit and imagine it all... tell a story for yourself...hey Francis... just look at the wv:depresdepressed?was this your mood when writing this?;)
@Scrybe Alewives occasionally wash up on the shore of Lake Michigan, and the smell isn't very pleasant.@Hanna Good to see you!@Kay I'll take vivid over good, at least when it comes to poetry ;).@hb Me depressed? Never :).
depression is not always bad... look at the earth... when it rains, the depressions are filled with water and you can jump over some of them... and swim or fish in some other...:D
And to swim requires us to crawl back to shore, retracing our first steps. Such rebirth is always good for opening the eyes.
wow! beautiful! that rebirth concept...when we swim, we have several choices... we can return to the shore... we can get drowned... we can swim on and on to find a new land... what else?when we fish, we have several choices... we can return the fish to its home... we can eat it... we can give or sell it to others to eat... what else?when we read a poem we have several choices...you know what they are... eh?:D
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Fishy :)
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fermented and spread
Not a good night! But vivid descriptions!
love it when lots of things are expressed through a few words or a very 'lonely' image...
then you can sit and imagine it all... tell a story for yourself...
hey Francis... just look at the wv:
depres
depressed?
was this your mood when writing this?
;)
@Scrybe Alewives occasionally wash up on the shore of Lake Michigan, and the smell isn't very pleasant.
@Hanna Good to see you!
@Kay I'll take vivid over good, at least when it comes to poetry ;).
@hb Me depressed? Never :).
depression is not always bad... look at the earth... when it rains, the depressions are filled with water and you can jump over some of them... and swim or fish in some other...
:D
And to swim requires us to crawl back to shore, retracing our first steps. Such rebirth is always good for opening the eyes.
wow! beautiful! that rebirth concept...
when we swim, we have several choices... we can return to the shore... we can get drowned... we can swim on and on to find a new land... what else?
when we fish, we have several choices... we can return the fish to its home... we can eat it... we can give or sell it to others to eat... what else?
when we read a poem we have several choices...
you know what they are... eh?
:D
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