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When the wind is calm, I like to look
in the glassy pools of Shady Brook.
I'll cast no fly to the fish gliding by,
caught with my camera, not a hook.
This poem first appeared in Songs of Eretz Poetry Review on October 30, 2017.
Used here with permission.
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Lauren McBride finds inspiration in faith, family, nature, science, and membership in the Science Fiction & Fantasy Poetry Association (SFPA). Nominated for various awards, her work has appeared or is forthcoming in dozens of speculative, nature, and children's publications. Lauren lives in Texas, where she enjoys swimming, gardening, baking, reading, writing, and knitting scarves for troops.
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joesottile:
You hooked me on this poem. I am going to share it with photo friends.
Posted 07/20/2019 03:42 PM
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bbatcher:
I noticed the gwawdodyn is very similar to the limerick.
Posted 07/08/2019 03:22 PM
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michael escoubas:
Thank you Jayne, for this lovely post and for the history and background site (which I clicked on) to learn more. Intriguing form and very effective for this particular topic.
Posted 07/08/2019 01:11 PM
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Jancan:
This is lovely!
Posted 07/08/2019 10:32 AM
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paradea:
Oh yeah!!!
Posted 07/08/2019 09:51 AM
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Larry Schug:
Fish also caught in a nice little poem, shared with the world but not consumed--the magic in poetry!
Posted 07/08/2019 07:06 AM
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