The Fountain Poem by Tom Billsborough
The Fountain
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The fountain starts again.
Rippling its refrain
Above improbable shadows,
As goldfish fins flutter
To absorb the air-rich water.
Sharp as the verbs of movement
Is their darting dance.
Below the algae of our surfaces.
And if by chance I flit my grotto
Of inconsequence
Into translucent waters
May I also
Garner in the rich new flow.
Tuesday, June 28, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: inspiration
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5/16/2024 11:07:57 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Beautiful image of inspiration springing as a fountain and flights of fancy as the flutter of the fins of goldfish in a pool! Lovely write!