Upbeat Fishy Tale Scaled Down - 0093 - Current version after Bryan Waller Procter Pre-Existence

I sit beside cool spring with wish
I sported silver tail,
so up life's stream trend trail could swish,
sunlight on each bright scale,
till by some bay wise school of fish
might sight trap trawler's trail,
which, followed, must tense anguish net,
woe to temptation's sail!

Life floods in waves, in waves ebbs, keeps
ups, downs, and roundabouts,
some, salmon, leap, from most no peeps
are heard while groans own doubts,
Rise steep precedes descent to deeps,
what soul convention flouts?
Today here, gone tomorrow, creeps
on petty pace till routs
rounds bend at end, race chase asleep,
deceptions all found out.

Who would provide a dish delish
one morn at market sale,
fed as fritters - perish first
scales weighed upon some scale,
no dawn to spawn or to cherish?
One blubbers like a whale.
the thought sends shivers, feverish,
unsure from shore turn tail,
such crass ambitions vanish swift
here's best to leave grieve tale!

(3 April 2009)

poem by Jonathan Robin
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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