Word Fish

Word Fish

I read eyes screwed,mouthing silent words

Carp or goldfish out of the pond eyes glazed

Words shaken and spilled across the table

Not food yet for a stranded fish

Ideas like unbudded lily pads float beside me

My feeble movements push a pile of words into a line

I need a barrier on which to lever myself

Or a line with a hook to anchor my mind to yours

The need to dive deep drives me

Will you look at this rippling image

Feel the depth of my need to communicate

As I make a journey into ideas

Eyes, screwed, mouthing words I etch on paper .

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