Rushing waterfalls pour from the tranquil lake.

I, in a frenzy, deep breath you call me –

whispering let go, let go
I’ll catch you –

here in my arms where it’s calm.

Close your eyes, you say, I’ll keep the terrors away.

Rushing waterfalls endlessly stream down –

into the lake where fierce currents are found.

My turmoil within,
you soothe with quiet words –

bubbling gently; washing over me.

My fears are swept away over slippery stones

and eaten by fish who enjoy their salty, chewy meat.


*Southbury, CT with FlyTrapMan


  1. Your photograph came out very lovely! You should visit during autumn and take more photographs. I look forward to seeing your other images!

    Ahhh — catfish must love the taste of fear! That’s why they’re so humongous \”/

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    • I’m so happy you liked my photo 😊 Thanks for showing me Southford Falls. It did all the hard work. Lol. I know what a perfectionist you are, so what a compliment! I’d love to take pics of autumn in your -bury towns. πŸ‚πŸπŸ‚

      Lol. Yes, Fly, catfish grow huge because of eating the fears that roll off our skin. πŸ˜€

      Stay tuned for more pics!

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  2. Glad U used a shutter speed fast enough to show the details in the splashing water. (So many pix of waterfalls just show a white blur.) The last 2 lines of the poem are especially memorable; glad the fish are happy.

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    • I actually cheated and used my iPhone. Sorry Mel, I’m not a photographer at all. The only shutters I’ve ever touched are the ones at my window at home. πŸ˜€ I’m glad you liked my fish line. 🐠 🐟 🐑

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      • OK, I’m glad your phone’s camera used a suitably fast shutter speed. Being old enough to remember point-&-shoot cameras with fixed shutter speeds and absolutely no smarts in the camera (or whoever bought it), I am pleasantly surprised by what people with good eyes and modern cameras can do. Cheating? No, just another mundane miracle.

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  3. I like it. I’d never thought of fears as tough and salty before. I’d always imagined mine as dark and oppressive, yet somehow insubstantial, like thick black smoke or thunderclouds.

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