Thursday, June 15, 2006

It catches me



It catches me like summer fever,
That shakes me from within.

A splash of water on my lost expression,
Washes away the unwillingness,
And equivocation of my limbs.
Then my mind is a flying fish,
Flipping around and tossing about,
The wavy notions of watery thought.

It possesses me like the approaching,
Shadow of someone, lengthened,
By the dreamy, departing day.

9 comments:

Maddy said...

"shadow of someone lengthened
by the dreamy departing day..."

masterful - oh my!!!!

and the painting is perfect.

Amara said...

...of someone watching you. Does this poem have anything to do with Ebun's post on 'been watched'. Anyway, that was a great poem. are you a poet?

angel, jr. said...

Does this poem have to do with "love at first sight"?

How do we know said...

the question being.. what is it?

Are u always this cryptic?

Ebun said...

A free flying fish huh?

Wriju said...

Maddy - Thanks :-) The painting is a Renoir. It's called Le Quai Malaquais.

Amara:
Nothing to do with that, nor am I poet! But thanks, I am flattered that you thought me one.

Angel:
I just feel a poem might mean different things to different people and your interpretation is as good and as important as mine :-) I do like your feedback very much.

How:
It wasn't my intention to be cryptic!

Ebun:
Yes a flying one!
With fins like wings ;-)

Spider Girl said...

I like the flying fish imagery.

Chloe said...

you are a poet Wriju, it's no good denying it. why do you always say "i am not a poet?"
what is the definition of a poet then?

Wriju said...

Spider: Thanks!

Chloe: I am just a dabbler at poetry :-)