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LAST FISH OF THE SEASON, WINTER COMING ON



The horror of penguin belch frost
when the moon decides to appear
above a frosty Indiana farmfield
while in the barn the cows sleep snug.
It's so dark
you can hardly see the moonglint
on the tractor seat
parked way out in the dead corn
away from the road.
And in a frame house window, farmer children,
asleep,
with simple moonglow on their caulked white faces
I imagine
while late at night
driving to Toledo
with sad last fish
it begins to snow.

The wind is a steady freezer fan -
not a breath, but an iron bite of teeth.
Leaves are heaped against the house
are powdered with hard, dry snow
in the shadows.
They shake & boogie in the wind
like the dance of St. Vitus
or like a fish's fins
when you slack it over the brain
with the heel edge of a sharp knife
as though it were swimming now
not in water
but through heaven
with eyes like worthless coins
laying in your sink
waiting to be cleaned of meat.
I know a fellow who eats the fried fins of fish
like potato chips.
He says it's his favorite part.


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The following comments are for "LAST FISH OF THE SEASON, WINTER COMING ON"
by gomarsoap

Cold weather fishing
This had very clear images evoked through your chosen words. I liked it very much, after I got over the first image of penguin belch. I did expect that a bit, though after reading your comment to (Pen?) before. Glad you posted!
"Leaves are heaped against the house
are powdered with hard, dry snow" would be better without one of the "are"s. Nice write though.
The fishin is fine here now in south VA.
Wishing you well-
blessings-
E

( Posted by: emaks [Member] On: May 21, 2005 )

Fish Fins
I love fried bluegill fins, Gomar. There are others, but they are my fave. Thanks for the ride to Indiana. It was enjoyable.

williamhill

( Posted by: williamhill [Member] On: May 22, 2005 )

MsMaks, Charlie,Lilia
Thanks for commenting. This is an older poem that I'm trying to make better, so I appreciate your thoughts on it.

wmhill - thanks, mucho. I'm going bluegill fishing next weekend. I've tried the crunchy fins but didn't hit the spot for me.

The guy who told he liked to eat them and that they tasted like potato chips was a maintenance worker at a hospital I worked at in Yakima, Washington. He was originally from Arkansas and co-incidentally had the same last name of Phillips.

He told me that anyone named Phillips had their family roots in Arkansas. I told him no, nobody in my family history. If you're a Phillips, your from Arkansas. No matter how many times I said no, he's just say, "Yep, Arkansas."

Also, I hope you didn't take my comment on your recent post negatively. Just bein' playful.

Demeter - When I was around 11 years old in the late 50's I fell in love with the Beats and immediately became a beatnik and am proud to say I have remained so to this day. I've also been lucky enough to meet a few of the early Beats.

"Woe unto those who spit on the Beat Generation! The wind will blow it back!" - Jack Kerouac

( Posted by: gomarsoap [Member] On: May 22, 2005 )

Gomar
Ev'ry thing's fine, Gomar. I'll take any criticism I can get on my work. Glad to see playful back in vogue.
williamhill

( Posted by: williamhill [Member] On: May 22, 2005 )

winter coming
Excellent Gomar. Hah! A few laughs among the vivid imagery and I FELT that cold wind biting into me.
cheers
mick

( Posted by: smithy [Member] On: May 23, 2005 )

cold
gorgeous and sad. this one pours it on thick. what, I don't know. or can't name. but something.

'simple moonglow' is wonderful.

( Posted by: ark [Member] On: December 12, 2005 )





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