07-23-2014, 12:23 PM
I have gone fishing for
a needle in my heart.
Swimming within with
a scrutinizing eyeglass
straining my left eye
I went blind
where I was
in my mind,
at the shore's edge
furthest point out
by the black and white striped
lighthouse.
I buried my cold browned feet in the soft white sand
that had baked all day in the burning sun.
Warm tears leaked out. Then a ringing in my ears
was overcome by the crashing of the ocean's
waves.
A tangled fishing line was laboriously restored to a fisherman's
reel. Out beyond the jetties, below the choppy surface of the sea,
fish of all kinds are hunting out their prey
taunting seagulls and fishermen alike.
A needle washed up on the shore of my tongue.
a needle in my heart.
Swimming within with
a scrutinizing eyeglass
straining my left eye
I went blind
where I was
in my mind,
at the shore's edge
furthest point out
by the black and white striped
lighthouse.
I buried my cold browned feet in the soft white sand
that had baked all day in the burning sun.
Warm tears leaked out. Then a ringing in my ears
was overcome by the crashing of the ocean's
waves.
A tangled fishing line was laboriously restored to a fisherman's
reel. Out beyond the jetties, below the choppy surface of the sea,
fish of all kinds are hunting out their prey
taunting seagulls and fishermen alike.
A needle washed up on the shore of my tongue.