Silhouette of a Sigh

Along the banks of rivers
In early morning hours
When sun and moon
Are sleepy neighbors yet,
I have watched the fishermen
Casting into the sky, their nets
Resembling dragonfly wings
Where they weave silhouettes
Against the light,
A suspended, magical sigh.
Water beads imbued with flight
Scatter like jewels
Sacrificed to heaven.

And I wonder in that moment
If some of the sky is netted
And sent down into the deep,
Where the moonlit morn
May swim in a freshwater world
Alive, and newly reborn
In the depths of daysong,
Attuned to God and grace.
The nets give and the nets take.
The nets lace the fisherman's face
In dappled shades of shy daybreak.

Reviews

[Perdition]

Wasn't nice of me to read this once and let it lie, so I returned to speak. You have to understand that I left to start a new religion in your last three lines alone, but this has the merging of a water sun-based nestled inner country, and observance on a sacred level. There is no review worthy of such currency, all I can do is stare and breathe in your language close enough to not make a fool of myself and add the sense I ingest like some fisherman's wharf religion. Given my love of water, earth, and molecules of the sensory artistic soul, which does not show up very often I can only stare and breathe. Is it enough? This I do not know~

[Joli Dy]

You give me chills. Honestly, I have chills. So many words between here and there. I'm ready for this journey. Or am I? Either way, I'm fully in.

[AYVID N]

Water beads imbued with flight
Scatter like jewels
Sacrificed to heaven.

I loved the beautiful imagery in these lines and I adored the concluding lines. This poem has so much to offer by way of thought, contemplation, nature imagery! A rich reading experience. Thank you!

[Joli Dy]

Thank you so very much. Your feedback is appreciated!

[Coyote Poetry]

Once I was station in Honduras for a year. The fishermen would awake early and be working hard. They worked hard and they never complained.
"In the depths of daysong,
Attuned to God and grace.
The nets give and the nets take."
I liked the above lines. The give and take of life. Maybe we are like a net? Thank you Joli for sharing the amazing poetry. I did enjoy.

[Joli Dy]

You've led such a full life! Thank you so much. I hadn't thought of that... Perhaps we are

[Coyote Poetry]

We work and work. And we hope to catch something worthwhile. You are welcome Joli.

[Paul in the Buff]

This one also takes me back to another time. A time out of time. A time that now feels slightly alien to me.

But it is warm, and wonderous and full of new discoveries.

And I wonder in this moment, as you may have watching that net, if any of us truly realize how our actions affect that which we may not see.

[Joli Dy]

I love the newness you find in the familiar. Here's to more.

[Paul in the Buff]

There's always something new to learn, even if you're experiencing things for the second time. That's why I always encourage people to re-read that book, re-watch that movie - pick up on the things you might have missed the first time just trying to gather the story.

[Re-Pete]

from the soul to the soul. outstanding. i like it all from title on down. that sigh is telling and deep. wonderful imagery, wording and flow. excellent. well done.

[Joli Dy]

Thank you so very much! So glad you liked it and offered some encouragement. Happy Thanksgiving.

[Re-Pete]

my pleasure. welcome and happy thanksgiving.