lagoon #8

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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2 thoughts on “lagoon #8

  1. 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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  2. 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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