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Low Tide
by V. Blakesometimes i
walk through
crowds of
ordinary
people
in the street
and i pretend i
am a deep sea
diver,
swimming
between
schools of
lonely fish.
other times,
it feels more
like they're
the ocean
and i'm just
sediment, being
washed away
or stirred into
the wake. 09/21/2010
Posted on 09/21/2010
Copyright © 2024 V. Blake
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 09/21/10 at 12:42 PM This brings back memories of walking the streets of NYC around Christmas. I loved and hated it at the same time. Great write Vince. |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 09/21/10 at 04:06 PM ...vince, a nice kick to this one, yet gentle. cool, vince. |
| Posted by Johnny Crimson on 09/22/10 at 11:22 PM and sometimes the lake has disappeared, oh the needles we realize after the pearls round our necks are shark teeth. Nice little analysis. |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 08/31/11 at 10:26 PM Oh man, this speaks to me for sure. I like the flow and the images, but especially the sentiment. thanks Vince. |
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