by Jim Moore
This one has come in quietly--slipping in
The way a shark's fin cuts through the water.
It's like that, a room in silence
Devoid of the noise and all the good wishes,
Counting up the years in its one full breath
Before the world becomes mine again--
As if to say, no, it's not your time,
It's not your time just yet.
Posted on 10/01/2007
Copyright © 2019 Jim Moore
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Kathleen Wilson on 10/01/07 at 04:39 PM|
Love the time stopping feeling of this. Like the moment before the candles are blown out "in one full breath" on the cake. The "shark's fin" image is stunning, and so unexpected --and illustrative. And the implied (at least for me) blowing out suggests a life ending interpretation to "it's not your time just yet". The subtlety ignites the poem, the voice so engages the feelings.
|Posted by Dave Fitzgerald on 10/01/07 at 04:47 PM|
A friend of mine has a birthday today... She is miserable as hell about it. I think the shark got her. Great write.