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
Monday, November 22, 2010
METAPHOR
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Good to have you back. Enjoyed that.
ReplyDeleteThanks Anthony; Good to BE back.
ReplyDeleteStan,
ReplyDeleteI am so delighted to see you back! I have missed reading your poetry. Love this poem.
Pamela
this was beautiful...and welcome back!
ReplyDeleteStanski, I love all the puns. It is you who is peerless.
ReplyDeleteA nicely sustained metaphor in which the puns almost divert attention from the resigned sadness.
ReplyDeleteStan,
ReplyDeleteMy, she seemed too engrossed with her selfish self.
Won't hold your breath, ha, ha! Good to see you back, Stan Ski!
ReplyDeleteHope you had a stroke of luck
ReplyDelete... or is it back to square one?
:)
Intriguing!
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