Nancy L. Meek
WOULD YOU LIKE FRIES WITH THAT?
How eloquent the verse you write,
revealing your quest in broad daylight,
that I, and all who care, might see
the fisher in you that must need me;
for if not “need”, then name that thing
which moved you thus to up and sing
a funeral song in splendid rhyme
you knew I’d answer in due time.
So, here I am to state what’s true
as seen from my own point-of-view,
which may agree, or not, with yours,
from my advantage of the shores,
muddied as on I go, soul reflecting
on schools of thought, hence collecting
a menagerie of things I “knew”
and some I question, thanks to you.
It is no sin, I think, to feed off friends
or hide the fact that one depends
on bait to catch a fish or two.
Though often denser than a few,
I’ve seen your poles above the lake;
and making ripples for your sake,
I watch you racing line-to-line
in hopes, come evening, you will dine.
©Copyright September 28, 2008 by Nancy L. Meek
Author’s Note: A response to the poem, “Lilripple” ~ ©Copyright September 23, 3008 by Colin F. Jones