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A Poem by:

Patricia H. Regensburg

Colourful Bar


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I take my boat out on my lake

for quiet when I'm on the brink,

and as I look back at the wake

the churning water makes me think

of stones tossed in a smaller lake,

perhaps a pond, I don't know when

or where I tossed those pebbles in

and why I got the feeling then

if ripples were like thoughts, I'd know

just how they grew and then I'd see

not just some scientific fact

of object & fluidity,

but thoughts as echoes of ideas

without which there would never be

the change from small subjective to

the large of objectivity.


I throw some crumbs into my lake

to watch the fish come up and bite,

there never is enough, like children

over sweets, they shove and fight.

Again I think those fish are like

ideas that tumble through my mind,

there's never room enough for all

of them, and there are times I find

that there's a lake inside my head,

some places deep and others shallow,

some pure and clear, some filled with muck

where some thoughts bloom and some lie fallow.


And when a storm disturbs the calm

of lake and mind, fish and ideas

take refuge so far down I hope

they can't be snared, but I have fears

that fishermen with tempting lures

will net them all, and tell their tales

of fish they caught and thoughts they thought

that grow, until they're big as whales.

They never seem to realize, nor

give to anyone, a sign,

that all those fish they call their own

are not from their lake, but from mine.


Most everything is better shared,

ideas, fish stories, lots of things,

for sharing is the gift that brings

to all, what hoarding never brings.

However, and with modesty,

(I'm not the first one to have said it),

there are times, that, for my ideas

I'd like my full share of the credit.


Patricia H. Regensburg
Copyright © 2000

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