Poetry by Fred Miller
Like a federation of flowers
with slick, shiny faces,
they sparkle in the light from above.
And dance with tiny ripples
that lap up on the shore by my toes.
Are those conspiratorial smirks I see?
Could these new arrivals be laughing at me?
Maybe it’s a gurgling gathering of giggles or
woeful mothers weaving tales of youth lost at sea.
What’s with the frozen faces, I wonder?
And where on this vast planet have they been?
And where could these vagabonds be going?
No doubt, they slipped in on the morning tide.
Will they steal out when the new moon beckons?
Please pause and share tales of daring treks to afar,
And tempests you’ve chanced on the angry seas.
Paint pictures of huge fishes of the deep
you’ve encountered across the vast, blue sea.
And of melodies of whales soothing calves.
Peering up in silence, they gently nod.
Small waves kiss this congress tumbling about.
Another brings another and more as
they roll and toss and sway and nod again.
And in the blink of an eye, they are gone.
Fred Miller is a California writer. His poems and stories have appeared in publications round the world over the past ten years. Many may be seen on his blog: https://pookah1943.wordpress.com
