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Free verse № 60555

Padre's Gumbo

Member since 2003 · Posted 14 Aug 2003 · 5 comments

A tear drips into the stormy sea of my mind. Carried within it, is a image: The mirrored reflection of my father being buried in water and carried off into the pacific. He was a swimmer in life, receiver of the gold metal. Now he only floats, a spicy seasoning being sprinkled into the giant soup pot of earth.

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5 comments

[n/a] richa 14-Aug-03/5:34 AM Reply
good poem, all the images link in so well

and your signature food metaphor
[10] Lifeboatman 14-Aug-03/8:15 PM Reply
metal? medal? works both ways.. haha.. 10
[8] sliver 14-Aug-03/8:33 PM Reply
well done. great emotionn.
[7] Bachus 14-Aug-03/8:50 PM Reply
Weird, if you ask me.
[6] Jill Stockinger 2-Jan-21/6:14 PM Reply
Should be no comma in the second line.
Should be- is an image- (an, not a)

You might consider using "awarded the gold medal.", instead of "receiver of the gold medal"- just a suggestion.