"The Shark's Silhouette"
Far out,
a darker band sometimes drifted
under the surface-
not a body,
not a fin,
just a passing shift
in the water's weight.
The minnow watched it
as though it were a sign,
a shape to grow into,
a future already outlined.
But the band kept moving,
unconcerned,
unfixed,
never slowing enough
to become anything at all.
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Author:
crypticbard (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Now that looks like a slightly unfit hammerhead?; Just noticed 🕊️🙏🏻
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Haunting shadows in form of sharks appear in all of our lives unseen but present circling fates that may take us from the deep. A lovely metaphor well written Cryptic.
Thanks Soren, and for some being a shark is an intermittent, somewhat dream 🐟 🦈🕊️🙏🏻
You are most welcome Cryptic yes your poem had so many ways of seeing it but the feeling remained haunting. I have swam the ocean and whenever the waters are a bit murky one always wonders what lies just beyond vision
Indeed, never thought I had agoraphobia until until open water diving! 🕊️🙏🏻
Well done, your poem reflects on the tension between hope and the reality of life’s unpredictability.
And the fish were awesome players as well🕊️🙏🏻
Good write A.
Thanks O🕊️🙏🏻
Rik, this brought me back to those moments where you project meaning onto something that’s really just passing by…thinking it’s a sign, a direction, something to become. I’ve been there. You captured that feeling well, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
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