Kim Van Breda Poet Free verse

Tacklebox

TACKLEBOX

desolate
expatpoet rut
ambience alert!
premises
depressed

tacklebox
jumpcut

shooting 
dark darts into
buried blackness
laptops snap
words entrap

tacklebox
blindgut

whitelining
reefs dimly rot
tidal bluehues
of Hemingway
so far away

tacklebox
headsmut


they all drown out at sea
a marinerswhale
a desperate
plea



                                             © Kim van Breda—25 August 2015

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Poet Destroyer A August 27, 2015 at 11:12 PM I love how you got it to look like an arrow, very clever, enjoyed your write on the tackle box pd

Eric Boddie August 26, 2015 at 8:35 PM what you know about a tackle box....as a country boy I Love a fox....especially who knows how to fish plus possessing such talent....your words should come with armor because they are so valiant....;) Kim Van Breda August 26, 2015 at 8:55 PM Thank you Eric :) Your comments are both encouraging and original. I appreciate your visitation on my poem. ~~X~~

Casarah Nance August 25, 2015 at 8:13 PM that was cool to read :-) Kim Van Breda August 25, 2015 at 8:24 PM Thanks Casarah It was an easy but prolific write for me. Appreciate you stopping by. ~~x~~

April Walter Skyy August 25, 2015 at 7:25 PM I can relate to this poem. I always feel like I am in a prison of life. Nicely written!!! I hope you will stop pass sometime and check out some of my work. I think you might enjoy "Moon Light". I hope to see you there. Have a good night!!! Kim Van Breda August 25, 2015 at 8:26 PM Thanks April.. yeah this is a poem I think all of us poetic prisoners of life can relate to.. I will go and check out your "Moon Light" for sure ~~X~~