Though Saturday is in full swing (at least in my neck of the globe), the lights of Friday night are still swirling. This week, Ashley watches minnows swim through sunsets, Cindy lights up and gets all psychedelic and this Lost Shark feels the eddying surge of seasickness. Let week #12 of the Friday Night Lights Project wash you away…
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Sunsets like other angles rely
on boundaries but
outside the lines light is
inordinate
these minnows
on top of storm water
AM
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CK
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Clear rolling breaks again
this evening:
the sand slapped blue, white
mullet shoals trying
to stay put or
dart away.
The open sky is kissed
with salt:
the flight of
a shearwater
tattered by
a southerly blast.
My rod quivers with
the weight of it
fingers tight on
line, waiting for
it to sing with
whiting or flathead.
After a weekend of this
there will be headaches:
the doctor’s surgery
come Monday
frothing with sea-
swept hypochondria.
GN
Kind of an aquatic dynamic we’ve got going here!
Absolutely, it shimmers with little wakes…
So many excellent line it the poem…the line “The open sky is kissed
with salt:”…struck a strong sensory image for me.
Thanks Charles, am glad the senses were singing as you read this one.
Glad I didn’t overlook this one.
Assail so compact.
Once again, there is such a wonderful synchronicity between the three if you – waves rolling through
The last stanza of your evocative poem had me smiling, Graham? Fishing is supposed to be relaxing!
So relaxing in fact that I need to fake sickness to do more of it