A boulder, mossy
waited, for an eternity
submerged,
inside the shallows.
There was excitement
when fishes of all sizes
swam by and glanced
in all directions,
it seemed that their dull eyes
would always linger
a fraction longer
on the boulder
with its moss.
So many fishes did,
for God's own reasons,
accept the lures
that did descend
so slowly, smiling
with their silver faces,
each day and more so
on public holidays.
And others swam,
with just a bit of help,
into the mouths of
much larger fishes,
there to remain
in hidden labyrinths.
Only the boulder
stayed in the shallows,
accumulating,
year by year,
more moss
and searching glances
of dull eyes.
Thanks Raynette, for your wonderful comments again. This poem was inspired by Pradeep's about boulders and tears. But it is me. Best wishes Herbert
Somehow this piece doesn't sound like you...and yet I think it works well and I like it. There is something about it so settled and quiet and peaceful. Good poem. Raynette
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very quiet and calming piece....as Raynette said it doesn't sound like you but is good none the less.