Monday, March 25, 2013

The Float Comments

Rating: 5.0

Hovering silently waiting for its prey,
Fours fifths under water and painted dark grey.
To the fisherman it bobs up and down in the swell
With its red tip, a miniature liberty bell.
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David Wood
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Kumarmani Mahakul 29 March 2019

Hovering silently, the under water is painted with greasy colour. The float bobs in the water and wind blows with breeze. But the fish are too cleaver as have seen the float earlier. An excellent poem is beautifully penned.10

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Loke Kok Yee 08 October 2015

What a lovely poem, love it-10

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