fish and knitting needles
have this in common:
they dive in and out
of trembling horizons
flicked to silver
by the quickening of light
the bubbles they breathe
(jewels and beads)
reach linear shores
ornamental chaos captured
like footprints on a chain
Beachcombing
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Out of the Cave 
This is brilliant! A poem about knitting! ❤
I love the way knitting turns 1D to 2D, and even 3D.
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thanks! 🙂 So glad you like it!
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I’ve seen seaweed tangled up like that. Some fish with knitting needles at work, no doubt. I love this one, Worms.
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Thanks! You leave me wondering…how do they hold the needles?
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Team work; it takes two to tangle.
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Ha ha! Love it!
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Great metaphors! 😂
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😀
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This is a purler wormie 🙂
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Ha ha!! Good one!
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😁
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That imagery! You have a keen sense for choosing precisely the perfect analogies in your poetry. This is so good! 🙂
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Thanks! This was a night of not being able to get to sleep and phrases leaping at me from the dark. I kept having to get my phone and jot them in.
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Brilliant!
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Thanks, Bob!
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Stunning – and very clever, but not in a saccharine way. Love it (being a knitter) – superb analogies and word weaving. 🙂
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Many thanks!!! ☺
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