questions marks turning upside down
fishing hooks that held us fast even
as the stream of hours flowed so
quickly that the line of life was
pulled by the dark fisherman
who is waiting to put us in
his cold and bottomless
black bucket that is
filled so quickly as
he dumps out all
of the souls
who took
the bait
daily.
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Author:
Jon Nakapalau (
Offline) - Published: November 23rd, 2019 17:59
- Comment from author about the poem: Another way of anthropomorphizing Death.
- Category: Surrealist
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Comments2
Great metaphors and visual design!
Thanks Fred.
Good write, I have so far avoided the hook for many years, it got close once but I managed to throw out the hook.
Thank you my friend.
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