November 25, 2008
-
the revelations began
cast
into
the sea
me
a net
was
thrown
by a
FISHER
MAN
ONE
was
gently
caught
body
taught
a
SOFT
WARM
HAND
brushed
my
HOT/ COOL
skins
i
jumped
i
n
TO
HIS BOAT
a remote
chance
of
being
caught
on
invisible
lines
for
i am
me
or
so
i thought
until
upon
these
stormy seas
the
touch
of
a
fisher
man's
hand
on my
HOT / cool
skins
took away
my
breaths
it was
not
death
as i
suspected
yet a
sensation
so far
above it
a tender
stare
a
welling
tear
gave back
life
to
me
on a
calming
CRYstal
sea
walk
with me
said HE
upon
this
crystal sea
and
i
will fly
to you
into your
blue
wherever
you
may be
wear my
skin
i said
to
him
i am
i do
you know
i wear
your skins
as mine
forever
all time
and mine
are
yours
upon
these shores
we
will
always
be
us
trust me
trust you
said he
trust me
i
trusted
you
among
the
few
re call
THE TWO
REMEMBER me ?
thank you
angel 11/2004
Comments (4)
I trusted my wife. I thought that I was the fisherman. It was the other way around. We have been married 53 years, and she has won fair and square. She is my Fisher Woman. She had the lure. I could go on and on, but it would be like whining.
This poem is a symbol of the fishermen of the scriptures or is he a man of our time who caught you ??
You ask me Beck why there are pots and pan on the stove . The photo has been taken yesterday and today we have company . So janine was cooking .
love
Michel
@fauquet: of the scriptures ... there is much i have not said straight out ~~~ love & blessings
You are Lucky your Xanga site is still functional .
I am glad to hear from you Mag after seven years and I hope all is well for you.
Love
Michel
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