The scrawny girls


Scrawny like geese in the spring
teenage girls float through harbours
on their way to blue ocean's mass
with only a smile to support them.

White froth flies through the common gate,
terms are not yet drawn.
What dark there is beneath the waves
murmurs syllables of anticipation.

A firm thrust breaks the mirror,
a salmon shines in silver water.
A taste for immortality is all
any being can reckon with.




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2006-04-15 at 00:19

Tags Girls  Salmon  Teenager 

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Pamela A Lamppa
Wow. I really enjoyed this verse. It truly packs a punch within its need for that little piece of immortality. Oh so very well done. :o) ~Pam
2006-05-17