dive, dive -
insignificant words
dive below
the surface;
pelicans
chasing a mud-skipper -
barracudas,
an albatross.
heatwave
hallucinations
dancing on the street
are all one needs
from time to time
to shake the dust
from the cobwebs
and tighten the toes
for dancing.
dive, dive
no more today.
skim the fat
from the surface
and chew on life
for a while.
1/2/11
Welcome!
- Tim Morris
- Withering Cedars, Georgia, United States
- My name is Tim Morris. I currently dwell in Northwest Georgia on my estate, Withering Cedars, nestled at the foothills of the Appalachian Mountains, with my lovely wife and two beautiful daughters, where I teach high school American literature. I have been writing poetry for the majority of my life. I write about what I see around me. When asked, I describe my style as "realist romantic surrealism". The environment, sex, jazz, religion, politics, family, etc., are the subjects on which I tend to focus. When I am not writing, I play the banjo, didgeridoo, or drums or wander aimlessly shooting odd objects with my camera.
2 comments:
I hope you sang these words with instrument you play, for it has a musical sound. Nice work! ~
I'll do that!
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