Memories and dreams of Humankind
time passes and blurred the waters
a ripple and a glimpse
as the arced line strikes the surface
defacing the glassy smooth
hours rife with illusion
games played and friends forgot
as i lay on her hip
and tremble for some comfort
still i fished on
with a care and attention to
the arts of angling such
as i never attempted before
(never had to…before…)
and kept safely away from the big ones
in the murky pool for fear
and trepidation of what i knew i’d find there
ieclectic
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Morning seaside. Windy weather. I’m amazed looking on fishers coming up to the ground from the boats. They are carrying different size sturgeons.
Some sturgeons are small, some of them are so huge that several fishers were carrying them together. I looked to the eyes of the fish, eyes were cold and empty.
There was no fear or worries.Fishers were throwing them to the boats and on the ground. Fish blood splashed around, mass of sturgeons swarming and moving around.
The very strange thing is that when I woke up, I’ve forgotten the hole this dream, but….!!!!!!!!!!!
Several hours after it, in the afternoon, when I was talking to my colleague in the office, I’ve heard a news block by radio. They said that almost all sturgeons are annihilated in Caspian basin and more bla bla bla….. That was the moment when i comprehended the dream I’ve seen that night.
ivan
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