Sink Or SwimA Poem by Chris Shaw
Into the glare of sun I stare
reflected in the river's flow. Below its surface, schools of fish, flash silver as they dart then slow. In forests strange which lurk beneath while ripples oscillate and fade. A sudden splash they're gone from sight into the depths as dark as night. How I wish at times when I feel life has sucked my marrow dry, that I a Pisces through and through could dive and surface as they do.
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12 Reviews Added on September 13, 2018 Last Updated on September 13, 2018 AuthorChris ShawBerkshire, United KingdomAboutAlbert, my paternal grandfather introduced me to Tennyson when I was nine. I have loved poetry ever since but did not attempt writing a single piece until I was 40. It's never too late to try somethin.. more..Writing
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