“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
Showing posts with label participation. Show all posts
Showing posts with label participation. Show all posts
Sunday, August 14, 2016
Catch & Release
You may have caught my gaze,
strangling my breath
by the gauge of your twisted line.
A casualty,
in a swoop of wind
disturbing the flow-
now you will let me go
for sport.
Remind me of the rules
once more,
since participation is voluntary
and mine has been cut short.
Spar and span, pick your sport,
there will always be one better.
Painting by Winslow Homer [Public domain], Fishin (1879) via Wikimedia Commons.
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