the shark silhouette

arqios


"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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  • sorenbarrett

    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.

    • arqios

      Thanks Soren, and for some being a shark is an intermittent, somewhat dream 🐟 🦈🕊️🙏🏻

      • sorenbarrett

        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

        • arqios

          Indeed, never thought I had agoraphobia until until open water diving! 🕊️🙏🏻

        • Friendship

          Well done, your poem reflects on the tension between hope and the reality of life’s unpredictability.

          • arqios

            And the fish were awesome players as well🕊️🙏🏻

          • orchidee

            Good write A.

            • arqios

              Thanks O🕊️🙏🏻

            • Tristan Robert Lange

              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. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦‍⬛

              • arqios

                All thanks to the minnow and shark 🕊️🙏🦈🐟

              • Katie B.

                Lovely and a fave!

                • arqios

                  Thank you so much dear Katie B 🤩🙏🕊️

                • Kevin Hulme

                  Reading it, I had an Image of the Loch Ness Monster. Those Grainy Pictures that say nothing. Although the Poem could be about so many things. Nice one.

                  • arqios

                    Brilliant! Love that reading, Kevin. Brings to mind childhood jaunts, running off with a sand pail to haul in a shooting star or whisking a tinny to chase old Nessie. Marvellous! 🙏🕊️🌷🤩

                  • arqios

                    Thanks @Nature for the Fave 🤩🕊️🙏🏻



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