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trout
by Peter Humphreysstone
shadower
river
runner
I lean
against
wall
wondering
whence
you came
whither
you go
past
heron
beak
and angler
keen
to breed
and life
to sow
my days
draw
close to
ending
winter
threats no
more
for spring
is stirring
tired loins
waiting
summers
gentle
flor
silver
sided
roving
rainbow
beauty
music
lore
05/11/2006 Posted on 05/11/2006
Copyright © 2024 Peter Humphreys
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 05/11/06 at 04:18 PM Hi Peter. There is not one word too many here. Quite enjoyable. The way it meanders, along the stream and off the tongue. I'm delighted. |
| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 05/11/06 at 04:20 PM Hi Peter. These's not one word too many here. Quite enjoyable. The way it meanders, along the stream and off the tongue. Delighted. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 05/11/06 at 06:00 PM My mom and I walked through our Fish and Game ponds area today and passed an angler just as he was catching a smallish brown trout. "beauty, music, lore"!!! |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 05/13/06 at 02:56 PM Beautifully stirring poetics from start to finish, as streamlined in construction and message as the fish that inspired it. |
| Posted by Vere Mantratriad on 05/15/06 at 07:06 PM There's definitely music here in your description and flow. Beautiful. |
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