A fishing poem

[K]

At twilight pondandsky ensconced.
Eliciting refracted light above and
beyond the willows’ wilting bones;
casting spindly ghoul shadows upon

the early morning swells. Thick-globed
lips gulp the evil, succour bread-flake
to ghostly swirls; incite rolling of sleeves,
shading of eyes toward the moonlikesun.

Such synergy is enough, and we sleep
like drunken babies on a dewy shore.

[GrimDad]

Hi K,

I do like your poems, and doing some searches on Google I notice that some of your phrases do find your poems on this forum. Eg a search on your sheet-squandered-slumber returns only your poem on this forum - obviously a rather unique phrase ?!

[K]

Thanks GD.

I do appreciate feedback. It is a little disconcerting when there are no replies. No idea whether people like it, hate it or even worse are totally indifferent, but I guess that's my own insecurity kicking in.

I guess what I write is hard to penetrate sometimes, I tend to get carried away with phrasing and the like. A large percentage of my poems aren't really about much, contain no message, hence perhaps difficult to connect to.

Thanks again.

cheers
Kris

[John A Silkstone]

Hi Kris,

Here is one of my poems about fishing but from
a different point of view. This type of poem is a double Tetracys.
The nornal tetractys is a 20 syllable count, lines 1,2,3 & 4
have that number of syllables and line 5 has 10 syllables.

Silky

GONE FISHING

Brisk
Spider,
Spins his web
On air currents
Of blowing wind, fishing for his dinner.
Dinner over, the web is inspected,
Repairs are made.
Once complete,
Spider
Waits.

[K]

I enjoyed that John.

Would lend itself well to haiku/renga/tanka.

But it stands well as it is.

I'd be interested to find out about the poetry group you frequent/run.

Not sure but I think a mutual friend mentioned you, as he knows I dabble in poetry. His name is Dave - surname I have no idea, works at Harbour Place?

Anyhoo if you could send me some info on the poetry group, that would be much appreciated.

Cheers
Kris