So someone spammed my blog in a comment to an old post, but it was a good thing because it made me look at an old poem.
I’ve edited again (take #3) and here it is. With this version I’ve tried to cull some of the wordiness (originally I was trying to be to clever) and make it clearer and more concise. Hopefully giving it more impact. If you’re interested there are two earlier versions, click on the links below.
The latest attempt:
The Fish
The fish jumps onto the beach and begins to draw in the sand.
the Crow says,
“I do not sing, so you do not paint”.
The moon hums “The tide is not low. I am wounded, that is all”.
The Bee nods.
“See” says the Crow
Absorbed, the Fish keeps drawing.
The Spider: “ Enough! You have the Ocean, we the have the Tress.
There is an order
of dust and bones and pain and stars.
Do not continue!”
The ant looks up, the scratching like static in his ears
The Wolf says
“If you stay, I promise the wilderness will fall on you,
including my claws”
The Fish continues
The Adder alone in the grass admires and praises him
silently to himself
The Mouse says “We have allowed this tourism, now go back!”
The Bear
exhales “This will end badly”
The Fish begins to run out of air but keeps drawing in the sand
The Beetle: “Look! He’s running out of life!”
The Dolphin radars a plea to return.
“He’s finished the drawing!”
“I don’t understand, why is he smiling?”
The Fish lies down in the sand.
“I warned him”
“Silly dead Fish”
“So it goes”
“How strange?”
“Good, I am restored”
“I kind of like it”
“I don’t understand?”
He was a sensitive fish, holding the flower in his palm.
