Poem -
Lesson Learnt
The Fish Rants 1
Never think.
Brink.
Over the sink.
-And onto the floor
War.
Peace and snails.
Galore.
Not politically correct.
In any respect.
There are demons
Knocking at my door.
Time moves slowly but only for the wicked.
And the hatchet swings, with grim satisfaction.
And our patience, in the purest, is only as strong.
As the weakest link.
So
Never think
For the mind is not the soul.
The worry is more than the old.
And these times.
These experiences.
Can be bought.
And can be sold.
The Fish of the Sea
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Comments
Wow, great write. I can really feel the vibes, i dont know what vibes you get from it but it really makes me stop and ponder, searching me for who i really am.
Awww thanks so much Bell! I guess I was going for a feeling of uncertainty. I'm glad you liked it my friend! Peace and smiles to you.
Well I did enjoy thisun clever choice of wordplay my lovely lil fish of the sea 💙💕⭐️💕
Awww thanks so much Jill! Glad you enjoyed it.
I did 💕❤️💕
Wow max this is some write. If ranting produces such depth and clarity about these times, then rant rant away my friend. "The mind is not the soul" sticks in my head like a mantra. Wonderful work! had to pin
Your friend Gwen x
Gwen, thank you so much. To go into the effort to comment on my past work... really it has made my day. I love to rant, in fact I have one in the works at the moment... peace to you my friend, really kind of you to comment. Hope to catch up soon (famous last words). Your fish friend, Max
Glad I got to perk you up a bit today. Catch up when you can, that way its much more enjoyable for you. Can't wait to read the next rant :)
Your friend Gwen x