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saw a poem float by just beneath the surface

It looked like you, running
after it along the bank I
called to it
just as it swirled into
a small eddy and sank

A shrike called from
the far shore
as a fragment of
pebble lodged
between my left sandal
and heel driving its
dull bladed beak
into my spleen

© Jilly 2016
Day 17 of 28 Days of Unreason
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18 thoughts on “saw a poem float by just beneath the surface

  1. I really enjoy the poetic ambiguity of the last phrase (or, perhaps, just my denseness), where I’m left to wonder how the shrike (or the pebble) managed to vent your spleen. It is a powerful poem!

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  2. Oh the pebble that lodges in our shoe — and we must walk on and on and on and it grinds and pierces and seems to find its irritation to our very soul. Your words took me to an interesting place this AM!

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