A Small Stone
Each day is like
A Beginning
Or an ending
Some days
More one than
Another
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Poetic Asides Prompt: Title of a Song --Firsherman's Song/ from Spanish Guitar Music CD
Fisherman's Song/(Artist's Song)
He casts his line
.........She splashes water
The light glistens off the water
.........The light glistens off the water
Rings radiate
..........Color stains the area
His lure sinks below the surface
..........Her color becomes the surface
He becomes one with the fish
..........She becomes one with her work
The fisherman/The artist
Each seeks his heart's desire
The fisherman catches his limit
..........Or not
She creates a surface to perfection
..........Or not
The fisherman feeds his family
..........The artist feeds her soul
7 comments:
Interesting..........and thought-provoking.
wonderful thougt to ponder today....bkm
love your stone annell...the both/and way of experiencing life... the only way I know how to do it.
smiles. i love the song...i imagined them in two seperate voices answering each other...and yes to your stone as well...so true...i really like that first pic, i am not sure what it is but...
Love the poem and the analogy you built. Found the pic fascinating, it pulled me in and I don't know why,
Elizabeth
Oh I like fish, they make a yummy dish.
Water I don't like though, so I don't go with that flow.
But I like the pictures you show, you should give them away wrapped in a bow.
While this day is ending like any other, so I won't smother.
And just give you one final shout, as I like what your blog is about.
Ah the fisherman and the artist - I loved this poem. I like it that the artist feeds her soul, very beautiful.
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