Diving Back In
I pick up your metaphor
where you jump off,
we live in the same wave,
I’m a fish hooked on your string,
wriggling,
but not trying to get free.
I pick up your metaphor
where you jump off,
we live in the same wave,
I’m a fish hooked on your string,
wriggling,
but not trying to get free.
“they are perfect, practiced forms,
the poet is nothing like her poems.”
…………….KNW
<3
I enjoy this,
thank you!
Among poets, this is especially true! Not limited to us, however! Fine poem, friend!
thank you, rae! so true <3
first stanza should read:
I pick up the metaphor,
where you drop your line,
[should’ve been so obvious.]