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Monday, November 22, 2010

METAPHOR

For Writers Island #30 2010 – Peerless
And We Write Poems – Swimming
Ans posted to Monday Poetry Train Revisited


UNTOUCHABLE

Morning, bathed in rays of golden sun

Met her for a sink or swim showdown
Hoping we could pool our resources

Shall we synchronise watches? I try
Should have gone to greater lengths than that
Am I in her thoughts…? Won’t hold my breath

Learn to crawl before you walk; she laughs
That would take a stroke of luck; I think
One of us may have to take a dive
Which will send me right back to square one

Passing on the water; ships – that’s us
In her presence, I’m out of my depth
She’s aloof; Madame’s a butterfly
Floating freestyle through a crowded room
Clutching secrets to her heaving breast

10 comments:

  1. Good to have you back. Enjoyed that.

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  2. Thanks Anthony; Good to BE back.

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  3. Stan,
    I am so delighted to see you back! I have missed reading your poetry. Love this poem.
    Pamela

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  4. this was beautiful...and welcome back!

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  5. Stanski, I love all the puns. It is you who is peerless.

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  6. A nicely sustained metaphor in which the puns almost divert attention from the resigned sadness.

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  7. Stan,
    My, she seemed too engrossed with her selfish self.

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  8. Won't hold your breath, ha, ha! Good to see you back, Stan Ski!

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  9. Hope you had a stroke of luck
    ... or is it back to square one?
    :)

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