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.
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Author:
Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: April 7th, 2024 21:52
- Comment from author about the poem: Check out my you tube channel where I read my poetry from my recent book, Seedy Town Blues Collected Poems, available on Amazon.com
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Comments6
Sleeping with the fish always had a different meaning for me. In this case it is the frying pan that has this meaning for the fish. A great picture you paint here.
Thanks for stopping by.
May those dreams fill our lives Thomas.
Andy
Thanks, Andy.
I never knew fish had fingers. Did you?! lol.
lol
A glorious way of passing time. 🌹
Thank you, Teddy.
The setting sounds wonderful. I prefer the fish in the lake though. I like to look at them swimming. Happy Monday Thomas.
Thanks, Chris.
Never looked at it with that prespective . Thanks for updating it T.
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