Friday, November 11, 2011

Flash Fiction 55: 11/10/11 Hemingway Ethers

Drawn somewhere between
Jet and Gulf Stream
we are swooping,
diving off into blue.

A deepening weave
between royal and aqua
Pilar plunges,magnifying
endorsing the wild world.

Who is to say Safari or fish ?
hunger casts off
forsaking even his written words;
slashing bait for flung lines,
this far sighted hunter
was hunted too-

8 comments:

Brian Miller said...

yes the hunter always is hunted as well...though i would not mind to be fishing right now...off to travel today myself...

G-Man said...

Lets just hope the sharks don't eat my Marlin!
Izzy...You certainly think like a poet.
Most excellent 55
Thanks for playing, and have a Kick Ass Week-End

Yvonne Osborne said...

This is tight! I really like it a lot, Izzy. The beginning and the ending draw you in and then set you down with something to think about.

The Cello Strings said...

wise words.
lovely 55.

Monkey Man said...

Love the way this plays.

Eric 'Bubba' Alder said...

What do I know? I'm near-sighted. (LOL)

Alice Audrey said...

What was hunting him?

Margaret said...

A deepening weave
between royal and aqua

Loved that. Never knew fishing could be so poetic!