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by John Ilotan

There are
dead fish
in my pond

through an ornate filigree
of melting ice
the early light
flecks of black
and gold scales

and the poor
dead eyes
of the seven fish
that I let
stare frozen
back at me


Author's Note: It was a rough winter.

Posted on 04/15/2003
Copyright © 2024 John Ilotan

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Ginette T Belle on 04/15/03 at 08:29 PM

I think "It was a rough winter" would be a pretty good title actually...this poem is a little haunting, very good...

Posted by Agnes Eva on 04/15/03 at 08:51 PM

poor little fishies, frozen in the water. such a sad reflection

Posted by Anne Engelen on 04/25/03 at 05:22 PM

Nice read!

Posted by Alastre Zidler on 05/22/03 at 11:04 PM

Oh, this is sad and macabre. . . but there's a dark sense of humor to it too! Strange concoction of emotions it brews up. . . an unique effort. Great poem John!

Posted by Rommel Cruz on 05/23/03 at 01:21 PM

what's shubunkin?

Posted by Maryellen Lebeda-Parra on 06/01/03 at 07:01 PM

everything i read of yours is just fabulous

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