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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

Date: 8/27/2015 11:12:00 PM

I love how you got it to look like an arrow, very clever, enjoyed your write on the tackle box pd

Eric Boddie

Date: 8/26/2015 8:35:00 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
Date: 8/26/2015 8:55:00 PM

Thank you Eric :) Your comments are both encouraging and original. I appreciate your visitation on my poem. ~~X~~

Casarah Nance

Date: 8/25/2015 8:13:00 PM

that was cool to read :-)

Kim Van Breda
Date: 8/25/2015 8:24:00 PM

Thanks Casarah It was an easy but prolific write for me. Appreciate you stopping by. ~~x~~

April Walter Skyy

Date: 8/25/2015 7:25:00 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
Date: 8/25/2015 8:26:00 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~~