There are plenty of fish in the sea. Sometimes they slip through the fingers. In honor of our broken pride, we’re hanging out among friends at the Tweetspeak Bait and Tackle, spinning a few poetic tales about the ones we couldn’t quite catch.
Thanks to everyone who participated in last week’s poetry prompt. Here is a poem from Richard we enjoyed:
At the feeders the finches light,
then sweep away like dolphins,
sleek and wet in a glass sea.
At the kitchen counter lemons,
cut in quarters, for trout,
baking in flame-less fire. The silent stars,
wandering behind their bright faces,
do not remember us, nights we stood
torches in hand, attracting the birds
who had not yet learned to fly.
POETRY PROMPT: Write a poem about the one that got away.
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