I love the water, but I am not a fish.
From high above, I study the water.
And watch the fish.
A spirited surge of spray collapses to foam, covers the shore, returns to sea. Strands of seaweed languish at daybreak.
Just below the clear surface, fish dart and flit and flash silver to the sky.
Breakfast.
I love the water, but I am not a fish.
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This was written for The Writers’ Post Blog Hop #88 using the following prompt: I love the water, but I am not a fish. Check out Her Storybook for other posts related to this blog hop.
talya
What a beautiful way to put it. It kind of reminds me of St Paul’s ‘We’re in the world, but not of it” 🙂
Thank you Corinne!
This is awesome and such a brilliant angle to take. I love it Tayla!!
Kathy
http://gigglingtruckerswife.blogspot.com
Thank you Kathy!
I love this prompt! Your poem had a lot of rhythm, Tayla. I really like it!
Thank you! It was a fun prompt.
Lovely imagery!
Thank you Dorothy. Can you tell I’m thinking about my trip to the Oregon/Washington coast? 🙂
But it’s fun to pretend to be one when swimming through the water.
http://joycelansky.blogspot.com
Very true Joyce:)
very nice write up and beautiful captures…I like the 2nd photograph much.
Thank you!
Love what you did with the prompt and the pictures are beautiful.
Thank you! It was a fun prompt.