moon fish
for a saddened one
moon fish,
do not swim
in tears,
don’t wane
toward the dark,
the shore of
stranded pools,
wax toward the
ocean sun
that skims
on your eye,
the golden
ring of your
eye,
burst,
moon fish,
burst from
the sea
like
the swell
that rolls
the boat
under sail,
the bubble
wavering its
way upward,
something
that can
never be
held under,
moon fish,
sing of
rainbows,
the tears
of prism
you splash
aside in
leap
7 august, 2019
riverside
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Ciao, Marco, many thanks for that. I would like to post more often here, but always seem out of time….
agree w positive comments. Lucent, yes. i’d recognise your poems w my eyes shut
This was spectacular – such lucent imagery, as if read through clear, cerulean seas. I needed this.
Hi Sommer, I’m glad to hear that it might have sent you a mote of light, it was written exactly for someone for that reason. Thanks for your comment, and good to hear from you.
No worries, this one is a total gem and it’s my pleasure to read it.
Ah, yes!
I like the shore of pools, and the unstoppable bubble
Hi Dean, thanks for that. Something so appealing about bubbles, that persistent ‘upwardness’.
indeed there is; the same the tiny roots parting rocks and cracking concrete apart!