Monday, November 11, 2013

PAD 11 Ekphrastic

                                                                            Photo by Robert Dawson


Waiting Still

Along the shore of Ketchikan,
There lived an avid fisher man.
His hair was blond, his skin was tan.
One stormy night he drowned.
As time goes by in lengthy span,
His old house tumbles down.

1 comment:

lpnurse said...


Finding my place

crumbling red-head you’ve known the sea
far too long, forgive me
if I move on to those young enough to climb

acrobats, imitators of leaves, still the sky
is out of reach, so I’ll say good-bye
in favor of those who have broken through the clouds

noble animals but so much unknown here
feet on the ground, it is now clear
I should find one who flies heart and soul

step off, child, and find your wings
I won’t move on to other things
time must be frozen for you to fly

so here I’ll stay