Poems ✍️

The Fisherman

While the river flows gently, he stands silent.
Boots up to his hips, face darkened by the sun,
with hands wrinkled like that of a farmers
neck. Standing mesmerized by the hypnotic
movement of the rivers stream.

The Dreamer

Living vicariously through the success of others,
smiling in a mid afternoon dream. Wishing, hoping,
bursting at the seams, only to awaken and find
everything is as it was before.

Submerged

A whore, who has been around the block a few
times plus once more. Turned to look back at the
innocence she had a long time before. Perplexed
in her thoughts at what she had become, left her
feeling less human than the lowest class bum.

Written by: Melvina Germain
Date: Nov.25/2008