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.
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1 comment:

  1. lpnurseNovember 11, 2013 at 9:02 PM


    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

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