Friday, December 6, 2019

Above the Wilding Shore


Pacifico ~ The Pacific Ocean
Kerry O'Connor
@skyloverpoetry


I flew above the wilding shore
though my lungs could breathe no more.
A ride upon a phantom wind;
my journey ends as it begins.

The keeper of the light appears.
He is as real as all my fears.
He grabs me, gasping, all a-flutter
and fries me up with lots of butter.




Pharos ~ The Lighthouse
Kerry O'Connor
@skyloverpoetry


LOL. Sorry, couldn't help myself. For Kerry  at Toads - 53, not 55, but I dont want to change the rhythm.


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20 comments:

  1. FireblossomDecember 6, 2019 at 3:27 PM

    LOL

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  2. MaryDecember 6, 2019 at 3:32 PM

    Oh my gosh, I did not expect that ending!!

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  3. Old EggDecember 6, 2019 at 4:54 PM

    That was a surprise. In fact I am surprised my next door neighbour didn't hear me laugh!

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  4. Kerry O'ConnorDecember 6, 2019 at 11:00 PM

    Hahaa! What an unexpected ending, Sherry! I laughed out loud. This is a wonderful response - you tied everything together so well and the rhymes add to the overall effect.

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  5. Kim M. RussellDecember 7, 2019 at 1:16 AM

    Great rhythm, Sherry, and I love the point of view of the flying fish. What an ending!

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  6. BrendanDecember 7, 2019 at 4:12 AM

    You played the cards perfectly Sherry, I had such a laugh too. I was reading about Filipino sailors --much of the ocean-faring worker tribe hails from the Philippines--and how after storms they have to sweep the decks of all the flying fish stranded there. Anyway, thanks for the unquiet reversal.

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  7. hedgewitchDecember 7, 2019 at 9:34 AM

    Made me smile, dear Sherry. Sometimes we take the symbols of death just a wee bit too seriously. Love the rhyme, and the delivery here.

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  8. Susie ClevengerDecember 7, 2019 at 10:57 AM

    Oh goodness, the fish fate of butter. Love it. This made me smile!

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  9. Sanaa RizviDecember 7, 2019 at 11:14 AM

    I absolutely love this! Delightful write, Sherry!❤️❤️

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  10. JennaDecember 7, 2019 at 6:26 PM

    I was not expecting that final line. What a way to combine those two images!

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  11. kaykualaDecember 7, 2019 at 6:32 PM

    He grabs me, gasping, all a-flutter
    and fries me up with lots of butter

    Even not being fried with lots of butter, a young lady can well be quite a dish to any gasping male!

    Hank

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  12. The BizzaDecember 7, 2019 at 7:05 PM

    That was a heck of a turn! I did not see that one coming at all! Strong opening line too. :)

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  13. brudbergDecember 8, 2019 at 2:10 AM

    Ha... you had me laughing at the end for the devastating end... poor fish (but it can be tasty)

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  14. Jae RoseDecember 8, 2019 at 3:25 AM

    I love the playful undertones running through this wonderful poem

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  15. Magaly GuerreroDecember 8, 2019 at 8:53 AM

    Sherry, you rock. I just laughed so hard that my Piano Man came to see all was well. I read your poem for him, and now his grinning like a fool too.

    Thank you for this!

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  16. tonispencerDecember 8, 2019 at 4:58 PM

    What a wonderful poem! the end was unexpected and so light hearted. I loved it.

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  17. HelenDecember 8, 2019 at 5:07 PM

    Love the rhythm .. 53 perfect words.

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  18. Linda Lee LybergDecember 9, 2019 at 8:13 AM

    Love this Sherry- made me smile!

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  19. MargaretDecember 9, 2019 at 7:57 PM

    ... he paid for such frivolity! LOL

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  20. grapelingDecember 11, 2019 at 12:29 PM

    smiles!

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