Like A Fish On My Hand Poem by Melanie Emikohe

Like A Fish On My Hand

Rating: 5.0


I got it in a second, but slipped
like a fish on my hand -
Swarming chances are inviting,
when I'm close, they disappear.

Beautiful things are in the sky,
Diamonds hide below our feet.
But why, the ridded baggage -
scums and smokes follow me?

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Goldy Locks 25 September 2006

oh nice. good title - clever analogy. clarities are so fleeting; i'm recording lines in my sleep. how you pieced the last 4 lines was cool. how you write is cool. so i'm just gonna say i'm a fan of your deux vers writes. keep rockin' it. Sus~

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