Tuesday, April 21, 2009

The waves
of olive green
lap weakly
on the muddy shore
and never succeed
in covering up
the dead fish.

3 comments:

Linda S. Socha said...

I understand the nature connection and I can so see it applicable on other levels
Well done
Linda

TACParent said...

This poem draws upon many of my senses. I can hear the waves weakly lapping on the shore. I can see the olive green water. I can feel the muddy shore beneath my feet. And, unfortunately, I can smell the dead fish. Sorry, but I refuse to taste them. Still, though, that's a lot of senses covered. Beautifully done, as usual.

Dymphna (4HisChurch) said...

I don't blame you. I wouldn't taste them either!

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