The Prize
...The Prize
The bobber floats, but when it dips, my heart skips for hooked lips. The line tightens, the tug is strong, I reel in. The fight is on. It's a tug of war, an uncooperative catch, an unoile...
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Categories:
unoiled, adventure, animal, fishing, imagery,
Form: Prose Poetry
Sentience
...Is it a blessing or a curse
to know we are born to die?
Should we rejoice, be thankful
for feeling time's blood
passing through our lives,
or do we regret our ever
aging bodies as skin thins...
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Categories:
unoiled, allusion, angst, confusion, identity,
Form: Free verse