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Wednesday, February 23, 2011

Wednesday February 23, 2011 A Small Stone




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

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