Skimming the Surface by Linda Fuller I won’t go down there, ponderous plankton drifting in cold green murk to gliding maws; I will skim the surface like a water bug where nothing can hurt me… only eat me whole. I won’t bore like a worm into the core, into the pulp of steamy fruit; I will dance like a dandelion on the wind where nothing can hurt me… only blow me away in pieces. I won’t probe like a blind snake the viscous walls to a pumping heart; I’ll only touch the top layer of skin, which will shed like a molt and will not hurt me… only sear off my fingerprints. I won’t go down there, into the mine with a pickaxe to gouge out gems from the rock walls; I’ll only pan with a sieve for gold which cannot hurt me… only fool me utterly. 06/09/2010 Posted on 06/09/2010 Copyright © 2024 Linda Fuller Member Comments on this Poem Posted by JJ Johnson on 06/14/10 at 01:42 AM While exploring avoidence you have discovered the depths of the superficial world. At least that's how it appears to me. I like the imagery throughout and the idea that you are damned if you do, damned if you don't. Or maybe it's all good, no matter which road you choose, the pain brings on the gain. I like the implication that it's just fool's gold after all is said and done. Posted by A. Reed on 10/15/11 at 09:27 PM This was captivating and showcased both strength and fearlessness. It was truly a lovely read. Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)