“fish in a puddle”

 Written for:  The Twiglets #302 - fish in a puddle

I'm fine,
said the goldfish,
at least I am not
a fish out of water.

She fished around
the puddle with her hand.
Alas, her earring was gone.

gold and orange streaks
flash across the water
koi fish

           His favorite pastime was fishing
            Each weekend found him wishing
               the sun would come out,
              he'd catch a large trout
           Sadly the sun was not listening.


About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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6 Responses to “fish in a puddle”

  1. Sadje says:

    Nicely done Sara


  2. Jules says:

    Very good. Just the right amount of ‘fishyness’. 🙂


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