Michael Keshigian

Beneath the dock
from which he casts,
the water is shallow and clear,
the sodden earth
that bears the weight of liquid
is speckled with shoots
that will eventually surface
into a stage upon which
the basso bull frog
will perform his aria.
Occasionally, a cloud of dirt
smokes the clarity
of the transparent lake
and his searching
reveals the tail fin
of a scampering bass
near the shore to spawn.
He sits and watches
amid the Spring warmth
and delicate breezes
which incite the lake
to gently slap the dock.
He no longer dangles the bait
to tease the unsuspecting,
no longer allows temptation to linger,
that same lure
which spurred him to seek
refuge and the simple poem
this silent swimmer
strokes with her fin.
To read her verse
within the enclosure of this cove
is the remedy by which
he turns from the commotion
in his own life,
a commotion he has no desire
to impart.

©2012 This work is the property of the author.


Posted on June 5, 2012, in Michael Keshigian, POETRY and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink. 3 Comments.

  1. Some more rich and thoughtful imagery from Michael. Click the link to read more of his work:

  2. Moriah LaChapell Schalock

    Beautifully written.

  3. Lovingly written by a poet concerned with language,and nature both human and outside of us. I like the naturalist imagery and intuitive resourceful language which has a purpose
    like ” the silent swimmer strokes with her fin.”

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