Catch A Falling Fish

(a rave from the grave ...)

in comes early summer heat

poker hot spot dazzling bright

takes a hold i see a torch

blazing forth a scorching light

in the shadows there stand i

watching as the tears drip down

face stained wet as rivers run

trampled feelings short lived crown

pick me up that's life my friend

dust me down out goes the trust

markers left upon my heart

leave no silver only rust

Reviews

[Samuel Dickens]

Wow! You wrote this? Not what I would expect from you, no, not at all. This is edgy and dare I say... hip? It seems a throwback to the smoky, coffee-drenched days of Greenwich Village. A saxophone plays as Christine sits on a stool before the crowd, reciting this, her latest poem. The beatniks say to themselves, "Man, this is heavy..."

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Sam, my muse has her moods you know :))It ain't all flowers and sunshine. I really appreciate you checking in. Hope all is good with you my story teller friend. Take lots of care.

Chris

[Ted Kniffen]

Terrific Chris. As I was reading the tune for Solsbury Hill popped into my mind. The words fit the melody perfectly. It may not be intentional but boy, does it fit.

A good write.

Be safe.

[Chris Shaw]

Many thanks Ted. I don't know the tune to Solsbury Hill but when I write I often slide into lyrics. I will be sure to look it up. Pleased you enjoyed the read and thank you for your encouraging review. All the best.

Chris

[Ted Kniffen]

Peter Gabriel sings Solsbury Hill. Music is the perfect background for writing at times.

[Chris Shaw]

Music can really inspire thought. Used to love Peter Gabriel, Ted. Great song as well, Solsbury Hill.