I seem to be fascinated
by these wretched fish
instead of proceeding
on the walk this morning
I stopped
looking for ripples
and swirls
they were there
sure enough
one seemed to be stirring mud
in the shallows for an inordinate time
without moving away
so I moved to the water line
to see
frightening the heron
with the racket
I made
the fish was gone
in moments
of course
and soon
the water was being noodled
along the edge of a fallen log
a short distance into the pondage
my curiosity
is without relevance
beyond being a nuisance
to the pond life here
© Frank Prem, 2006
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At least you have it free to ponder (would you believe that word choice was accidental?) and don’t have to spend for a Koi pond for your ruminations. Nice series of poems, Frank.
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Ha, ha! Nothing too coy about these carp Michael (yuk, yuk).
The series gets grimmer from here – hard to recall just how bad it was except through these snippets. The mind wants to black out the experience.
Cheers,
Frank
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