The Daily Poetry Club

4 Poems

1. J. Edwin says:

   January 18, 2010 at 12:40 am

   I would be your river
   bearing you up
   as you travel along
   wending your way
   midst perils and storms
   gently guiding you towards
   peaceful harbors and bluer skies
   I would be your river

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2. Russell says:

   January 18, 2010 at 11:14 am

   last night I boarded my vessel
   to coast down the calm
   and curving flow of sleep
   to arrive once again
   at the morning’s waterfall
   spilling me overboard
   to row against the rapids of day

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3. wryness says:

   January 18, 2010 at 2:25 pm

   - Fishing in Spanish Fork Canyon -

   The grasshopper struggles between my fingers
   and my young sister squeals –
   She’s the one who asked me
   To bait her fishing pole
   in the first place.
   I take the squirming thing
   and feel my insides writhe with compassion –
   or is that my breakfast trying to escape?
   I force the struggler onto Sister’s hook,
   watch yellow-green-blue blood leak out
   as my stomach turns.
   What an ignominious way to die.

   I think most of us wish that the orange “Cheez Bait” we’d brought had worked.
   But it didn’t, and you, poor grasshopper, are to pay for it.
   Down you go to your watery grave.

   I don’t even really like fish.
   I agree with Bill Watterson, or Calvin, or whoever it was – Why would we want to eat something
   That had just eaten a bug?
   But I am not to argue;
   “When you’re with the team,” my father always says,
   “You eat what the team eats.”
   And the team is out here fishing in the clear water
   in the canyon where the sky gleams blue
   with the scent of sagebrush and of a world a little less organized than the one I normally know.
   And so I will continue to hunt grasshoppers
   and introduce them to the business end of my hook.

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4. Tristan says:

   January 18, 2010 at 10:26 pm

   I can only swim
   upstream so long before
   I get too tired.

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