Last night you tango with me,
luring me into your arms.
Today you tango with a Marlin,
luring him into your life.
He shakes his head in defiance,
you are the matador,
and he is the bull.
He doesn't surrender,
it's all a dance in this thing we call life.
As you touch him,
he doesn't heed.
You feel the majesty of
Your soul soaring,
as you let him go back
into the ocean.
His safe release his happiness
Wow, I'm glad I'm following you now, Ayala. This poem is very good. I like,ReplyDelete
"You feel the majesty of
I'm glad he let him go. Happiness indeed.ReplyDelete
I haven't personally had this moment, but it reminds me of stories I hear from the fishermen in our family. There's definitely something magical and mystical about that connection.ReplyDelete
oh this picture makes me want to jump into that water. I miss summertime up here in these snowy mountains.ReplyDelete
Thank you, Caroline.ReplyDelete
Kelly, it is an amazing connection. The Marlin in the picture is a white Marlin but this actually just happened with a blue Marlin ,which is very rare.ReplyDelete
Tessa, I know the water is just gorgeous.ReplyDelete
ah, to feel the muscles pull the line, wrestle him in and run your hand along them...then release....love it!!! smiles.ReplyDelete
Brian, it's just awesome :-)ReplyDelete
your words stretch and speak..ReplyDelete
invite you to join us today,ReplyDelete
thanks for the attention..
we are about less than 8 hours to go before closing..
hope to see you in.
Wonderful words woven together- that's what I say!!ReplyDelete
Very well done Ayala.. :)
Thank you, promising poets. I appreciate your comments.ReplyDelete
thank you, Olivia xxReplyDelete
Wonderful - and I'm so happy the fish was freed!ReplyDelete
Thank you, Mighty M :)ReplyDelete