The sun fingers and prickles me;
The dock creaks gray,
Floating on algaed styrofoam.
A silvery leap spatters
This drowsy morning,
Now tail-thrashed alert.
The trout flee weedbeds,
And sunken-log mysteries
For spring-fed depths.
My toes curve over the edge
Of wave-slapped wood,
And I dive,
In an arc,
Into their current,
Desiring mute cool green
Until it presses
Hard on my breast,
And I push upward,
Bursting into white air,
Credit: Leaping Trout by Winslow Homer, Warren Collection—William Wilkins Warren Fund, Museum of Fine Arts, Boston
Oh. I could read this again and again. As a matter of fact, I think I will. Such imagery and perfectly chosen words. Catherine, this is really good.
Thanks for reading. Remember, we need to meet up in VA!
Where are you Catherine?
Crisp. Vivid. Can only come from someone with an extremely fertile imagination. Thank you Storyteller. Love it!
Thank you, Dr. M. Even as you run hither and thither, your encouragement always makes my day. We need to Skype! Really!
I am enjoying all the great info on both your blogs!
Your across-the-big-pond friend, CH
P.S. Readers, Dr. M. shares interesting insights, especially on health, way of being, and world affairs. Check it out: http://mustaphatahir.com/
I always benefit from being informed. Also, look for Dr. Mustapha Tahir’s comments (UK) on LinkedIn.
Reblogged this on Dr Mustapha Tahir and commented:
A blog to remember from Random Storyteller.
Wiping the water from my brow and feeling refreshed by my dip into the fertile crescent of your imagination, C……
Oh, dear friend, thank you for writing. Your every encouraging word is so meaningful!
I don’t do much poetry but love well written ones.
Thank you for sharing this,
Hi Eric. I appreciate your note. I think Dr. Tahir led me to your blog. I enjoy it!
Lovely lovely lovely. Have you thought to self publishing a book of poetry?
Hi Karen. I’m so glad you like it. Any poetry book is down the road, if at all. I do not have much experience in the genre. But it is fun to play around. I will write a catch-up email. I missed your class!
Damn fine poem, youngster.
Thank you, Dr. Dan. I write a poem about every two years. Great to hear from you. This is an “A,” right? ; )
With the Tour de France coming up, I will borrow some of its jargon and say that your creation deserves more than an “A”. It is “beyond category.”
I can go with that. It is in my nature to defy category (when I can get away with it).
This is beautiful!
I am glad you like it, Dianna. Thanks for reading.