In the poem, the poet is never the point
He is at best the tour guide
The first thing the reader should see
Is a picture of what is about to unfold
Bright colours, cheerfulness, all manner of things
Not everyone will form the same picture in the mind
And so it should be, the poet just lays words on a page
Encouraging the reader to engage.
In the fish bowl the goldfish circles
All the time chasing shadows
On the wire a pair of pigeons
In an autumn mist
Balance shoulder to shoulder
Watch as the fly on the black and white table cloth
Disappears into the black square
As he nuzzles in
The dogs wet snout
Wakens the master.
(c)Poetry fro The ManShed
18/09/19
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I always enjoy your tours Chris.
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Thanks Fransi, I was away for a few days, well away from keyboarding we as family gathered for Mass on Sunday it was the first anniversary of our mothers passing.
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Time sure passes quickly Chris. It seems to me you just posted about your mom’s passing.
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Time and tide as they say Fransi waits for no one. off now to do a little night reading.
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Sounds like a plan Chris. Enjoy.
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Beautifully interesting….. I never of myself as tour guide, while writing…
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I like this
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Thank you.
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