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Eight Lines
by Richard FishThere she stood like a wishing well;
So full of promise, so rich in light.
A darker mind who knew of mine,
Just swallowed but beginning to kick in.
The patron saint of buckles bent,
Thinking as he threw in his coin:
Though it's not the best of times,
I fell in love in just eight lines. 03/15/2005 Author's Note: An older poem I found in one of my notebooks, I've always had a soft spot for it, so thought I'd include it here. I really like how some of these lines sound when read out loud.
Posted on 01/02/2008
Copyright © 2024 Richard Fish
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by A. Paige White on 01/02/08 at 03:19 AM I really like it too. Very lighthearted. |
| Posted by Emily Tong on 01/02/08 at 03:32 AM i like the ring of these lines.. sort of a distorted rhythm. it's very captivating - nice work |
| Posted by Anita Mac on 01/02/08 at 04:18 AM There is something that's just plain charming about it... And I agree about how it sounds when spoken. Still, I think it's the wishing well that gets me right from the start. |
| Posted by Steve Michaels on 10/21/13 at 09:19 PM Congrats on POTD. Brought a smile to my face! |
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