What were you thinking
When you went fishing
Throwing in your baited line
To see what you could find
Trespassing on a bridge… leaning
Conveniently intervening
Catching sight of golden scales
Carefully planning and tending to details
Changing the direction of a gentle flow
Stirring rapidly…creating an undertow
Scooping with a transparent net
Transferring to a bowl… confining your pet
Singing to admiringly and feeding morsels
Pleased and smiling while casting spells
Eventually the thrill began to evaporate
Stagnation began to cloud… it was too late
The electrify scheme began to flounder and fade
Disillusionment created a tumbling cascade
Escaping the washed out fantasy was not to be
Consequences are floating on the clarity of reality
6/3/08
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This poem cascades and never flounders with the clarity of reality, great read! ! *10*! ! Best Wishes! ! Friend Thad