Tidbits Or Snapshots Poem by Melvina Germain

Tidbits Or Snapshots



The Fisherman

While the river flows gently, he stands silent.
Boots up to his hips, face darkened by the sun,
with hands wrinkled like that of a farmers
neck. Standing mesmerized by the hypnotic
movement of the rivers stream.

The Dreamer

Living vicariously through the success of others,
smiling in a mid afternoon dream. Wishing, hoping,
bursting at the seams, only to awaken and find
everything is as it was before.


Submerged

A whore, who has been around the block a few
times plus once more. Turned to look back at the
innocence she had a long time before. Perplexed
in her thoughts at what she had become, left her
feeling less human than the lowest class bum.

Written by: Melvina Germain
Date: Nov.25/2008

Wednesday, November 11, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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Melvina Germain

Melvina Germain

Sydney, Nova Scotia
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