It catches me like summer fever,
That shakes me from within.
A splash of water on my lost expression,
Washes away the unwillingness,
And equivocation of my limbs.
Then my mind is a flying fish,
Flipping around and tossing about,
The wavy notions of watery thought.
It possesses me like the approaching,
Shadow of someone, lengthened,
By the dreamy, departing day.
8 comments:
...of someone watching you. Does this poem have anything to do with Ebun's post on 'been watched'. Anyway, that was a great poem. are you a poet?
Does this poem have to do with "love at first sight"?
the question being.. what is it?
Are u always this cryptic?
A free flying fish huh?
Maddy - Thanks :-) The painting is a Renoir. It's called Le Quai Malaquais.
Amara:
Nothing to do with that, nor am I poet! But thanks, I am flattered that you thought me one.
Angel:
I just feel a poem might mean different things to different people and your interpretation is as good and as important as mine :-) I do like your feedback very much.
How:
It wasn't my intention to be cryptic!
Ebun:
Yes a flying one!
With fins like wings ;-)
I like the flying fish imagery.
you are a poet Wriju, it's no good denying it. why do you always say "i am not a poet?"
what is the definition of a poet then?
Spider: Thanks!
Chloe: I am just a dabbler at poetry :-)
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