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(C) 2007 Left Bank Review...and when finally I sleep the wordwake haunts me.
I am hiking down to Punch's pond,
playing Young Pioneers with Rossy Trace
and the weather is too cold
and the riding is too hard on the horses.
We are there and there
there is a shallow water
and an icing over
and a slow suffocation of life beneath.
There is me on one side, and them on the other.
I waken and remember the friend
and remember the fish
and will them to be
above the ice
on the breathing side
with me.
9 comments:
So maybe we shouldn't always throw them back in, not good enough to keep
They could stay on our side & learn to use their gills another way; at that time when they'll be frozen in & barely breathing.
You use your words inspirationally. Comments can't usually suffice.
They could stay on our side & learn to use their gills another way
You use your words inspirationally.
inspirationally. i could say the same about you.
thanks to you for your comments and to angela parenza for hosting "Fishing".
i love your words- hard bicepts and loving hands-
they open. They hurt.
They soothe.
~c A Hughes
thank you, pally.
the icing over, and the consequence of that for the life beneath, is such a strong image-- i didn't realize until the very end i'd been holding my breath...
...we are there and there
there is...
the repetition effectively puts the reader "back there" in the season and time where the icing occurred. i enjoyed this excerpt.
thank you both for commenting.
use of the word "wordwake" evokes a powerful image-- but not image alone. a feeling also, and one in which it's difficult to breathe. balanced perfectly by ending on the breathing side of the ice.
Although it is no great stretch of the mind to imagine one might find a fishing poem on this your blog, it is quite gratifying to do so. Thank you, Angela Parenza.
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