Evening sky reflects
on the glass lake.
The soldier of a
tree carries on
through the lonesome
night.
If we could only
see the dreams of
the fish,
far from the
frying pan.
- Author: Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: January 14th, 2024 14:02
- Comment from author about the poem: Check out my book, Seedy Town Blues on Amazon.com
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 32
Comments7
Such a peaceful scene you create, I would love to know what the fish dream. Good write!
Thank you.
Beautiful dear Thomas, i find this incredibly sad. 🤗.
Thanks, Teddy
Good write T.
Thanks
Nice poem.Something fishy here but hey I enjoyed it
Thank you.
Enigmatic and haunting. Like Teddy, I find this deeply sad, but it's hard to say why.
Thank you.
Another great write. Really enjoyed this.
Thank you Tom. Much appreciated.
Everyone is so naive and innocent in your poems
see the dreams of
the fish,
far from the
frying pan.
One of my favorites, good one Thomas. I would welcome a visit to my scarce but alive poems…
Thank you so much. Absolutely.
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