Over its shadow,
Webby yellow light
Thrown down in
Autumn enfolds an
Old man in his
Back porch chair.
But yes, it is I,
I who sit there --
Me-- alert to piscine
Thoughts that must
Be caught and
Returned to the sea.
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Love these words
ReplyDelete*Thoughts that must
Be caught and
Returned to the sea.
Thank you Margie! At some point I felt the life of ideas depends on catch and release.
DeleteI wish I could ask what you mean by piscine. Oh, wait. I can. What do you mean by piscine?
ReplyDeletePiscine, yes, the ideas wriggle past like red-hot iron fish swimming flames on the Sun!
DeleteBefore I even fully processed your answer, I felt pre-emptive tears wanting to form in my eyes. Fish. And Sun. Quite sublime.
DeleteMost kind.
DeleteOh, you used webby, and angles, and old man, and sea, in addition to piscine.
ReplyDeleteI see what you did there.
What's it like to live in the mind of a poetic genius? Just wondering...
The 'webby yellow light', that's just great. :)
Most kind, Michelle. I don't know what it's like. I'd have to sell up and take out impossible loans to even guess.
DeleteCatching thoughts from the Sea and making them even more sensitive must take a lot of poetic capacity.
ReplyDeleteLove how the images in your poem all come together in "Autumn" under the "yellow light." Makes it feel bright and colorful.
ReplyDeleteHey Geo! My piscine thoughts (along with the cephalopod and crustacean) never get put back. I prefer it that way. Nice work, Sir. Indigo
ReplyDeletethe idea of catch and release will now give me new thoughts.
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