Fish
I
It is good to sit in the kitchen with her,
she puts butter on my bread.
II
I go to her job, she sees me,
and makes the welcome smile.
She laughs,
she pantomimes abandon like a child.
It is nice to be near her,
among the racks of synthetic lingerie.
III
We walk together.
We both like trees and grass.
We look out for snakes.
We find some fish, trapped by rocks,
near the lake.
Their eyes bulge near the stagnant water's surface.
IV
We talk.
I say a lot of things.
I say love, and then we are dating,
untill she runs.
I persue her in a half-assed,
"Merry Melodies", cartoon sort of way,
never expecting to catch her:
run, rabbit, run.
I
It is good to sit in the kitchen with her,
she puts butter on my bread.
II
I go to her job, she sees me,
and makes the welcome smile.
She laughs,
she pantomimes abandon like a child.
It is nice to be near her,
among the racks of synthetic lingerie.
III
We walk together.
We both like trees and grass.
We look out for snakes.
We find some fish, trapped by rocks,
near the lake.
Their eyes bulge near the stagnant water's surface.
IV
We talk.
I say a lot of things.
I say love, and then we are dating,
untill she runs.
I persue her in a half-assed,
"Merry Melodies", cartoon sort of way,
never expecting to catch her:
run, rabbit, run.
mervin:
Sometimes poetry is just personal. And I have been journalizing for some 20yrs. This poem has come around again and I am no better equipped for coping now than then. Chasing what cannot be captured. But, I think I'm learning something. 