- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Fishing
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When I was young
Father taught me how
To change
Rope into net
How to fish and feed
The cannery
Now
Every day
We go out
To check the nets
What we find
Depends on the season
In the morning
If the nets are empty
We build a fire on the beach
And wait
We eat
Sunshine for breakfast
We drink the wind
And soak
In salty sea air
We think
About nets full of fish
When darkness comes
We sleep
On sand and shells
I watch the fine bristles
On Father’s face
And wait
For a new sun
I dream
About growing older
Father never changes
In the morning
We go out
To check the nets
- COMMENTS
Paul4play9 days agoA tender homage to your dad.
Beautiful and loving.
You are a very talented writer across a wide breadth of styles.
5 stars!
Again.
HottieOlwen9 days agoThis proves that you can write evocative, thoughtful poetry as beautifully as you write erotic verse about your 'other', chosen lifestyle. Reading it brought a lump to my throat. It's beautiful, and well worth 5 stars. 🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟
