Poem -

tail flicks + hush

we had fishes then
sometime later
at the end of the garden
when the hamsters died
i'm not sure why
they didn't do much
just some swirls in the water
tail flicks and some hush
and none of us bothered
and none of us tried
and nothing much changed
and nothing else died
they didn't much love us
we didn't much care
but i remember the pond
it was good to cry there,
instead

M ~

 

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Rory McGinlay

They didn't much love us
We didn't much care.

Too true of most things, isn't it?
Yet still we live

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Marion

Thanks Rory...it absolutely is...nobody goes unscathed Rory ....except cats....cos they really don't give a shit do they, twas fish dinners all round eventually... the bastards...hugs 😊 x

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Shirley Harrison

My goodness, what emotion, and vision, that pond had more than just fish it had purpose. Beautifully written and I felt a tear too by the time I'd read it all. 💙

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Marion

That's because underneath you are an old softie our Shirley and we love you for that. Thanks so much lovely lady x

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Nine Eleven

A pond of tears and atoms teaming with life and nothing.

 

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Marion

Love your reply...'teeming with life and nothing' think you git something there ...thanks so much NE x

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