Thinnest Divide.
A fish,
like translucent rose-gilt
slowly swaying plays underneath
in weedy greenery.
A fin,
waving along bed of sand
rises to roll the lake's morning face
beneath early breeze.
A skin,
in thinnest divide warily
waits, separated only from my airy
world by liquid need.
A finger,
water-extended to make
bubble-rings for my human contact
with slippery silver.
A flip,
and fish dives fast beneath
mist churned up by interference,
glassily eyeing me.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
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Lovely writing Fay 🙂I really liked reading your words .. nice to be inspired by this picture
Thank you dear friend -- am so pleased you enjoyed the read.
Fish visualised from your words in full colour and movement, Fay.
Very much enjoyed
Yes I well remember that fishy experience Dave - -- it sufaced and came toward my finger but try as I might I couldn't get to tickle its head and my patience gave out in the end - - what a watery world is theirs and we must seem like ogling giants eh ?. Glad you enjoyed the read my friend.
The picture is so touching, that wondering little fish. But there is also such wonder on our side, or there should be. What a simple, but wonderful experience you had. Thank you for sharing.
Thank you so much for dropping by and so glad you found it enjoyable dear Bella - - sometimes these simple experiences stick in the mind and heart - hence the few lines on Thinnest Divide.
there is summat more than just fishy going on here ......... yet only a fool would fail to catch on and miss the poetry that both underpins and likewise upholds this particular page ..... Neville x
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