the gristled old man,
fishing from a handmade boat,
late afternoon sun,
the water still.
his old dog,
sleeping on the bank,
in the shade
of an older tree.
which?
Eric, though succinct in length, these mere thirty words paint a picture in words that if flecked onto a canvass would grace any mantle overhang....When one knows how to spin words is it not amazing, especially in poetics how many times less is so much better than more, as that less has said all the more in substance than the more inevitablly would or could have! Impressive crafting & chioce vernacular... ~FjR~
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love this, a very calm poem, a fantastic write.