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Drew
by Dan Linn
When what he drew, drew him in,
he was swallowed deep within,
He could barely breathe and then,
air rushed, surrounding him again.
When he could see what could be seen.
the drawing of the fish he'd been,
the artist drew the fisherman,
the image that had hooked him in.
02/28/2015 Author's Note: Jonah in his art.
Posted on 02/28/2015
Copyright © 2025 Dan Linn
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 03/03/15 at 03:21 AM I liked following this line of thought a lot. Thanks! |
| Posted by Clara Mae Gregory on 03/03/15 at 01:17 PM ***stellar*** |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 03/04/15 at 08:58 AM Excellent work Dan. Love the clever rhyming scheme and playful message. |
| Posted by LK Barrett on 03/30/15 at 07:42 PM Elegantly presented, you Escher'd us into your waking dream...loved this, thank you for the write. lk |
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