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 encounter.
Your soul soaring,
with gratitude
as you let him go back
into the ocean.
His safe release his happiness
and yours.
Wow, I'm glad I'm following you now, Ayala. This poem is very good. I like,
ReplyDelete"You feel the majesty of
your encounter."
I'm glad he let him go. Happiness indeed.
ReplyDeleteI 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.
ReplyDeleteoh this picture makes me want to jump into that water. I miss summertime up here in these snowy mountains.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Caroline.
ReplyDeleteStacia :)
ReplyDeleteKelly, 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.
ReplyDeleteTessa, I know the water is just gorgeous.
ReplyDeleteah, to feel the muscles pull the line, wrestle him in and run your hand along them...then release....love it!!! smiles.
ReplyDeleteBrian, it's just awesome :-)
ReplyDeleteyour words stretch and speak..
ReplyDeletebrilliant poetry.
invite you to join us today,
ReplyDeletethanks 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!!
ReplyDeleteVery well done Ayala.. :)
Hugs xx
Thank you, promising poets. I appreciate your comments.
ReplyDeletethank you, Olivia xx
ReplyDelete:-)
Wonderful - and I'm so happy the fish was freed!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Mighty M :)
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