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Weekly poem July 20, 2018 My previous poem "Hooked" is the 8th in a poetic short story of 12 total poems. The following is 9th in succession. Often times, a "fish" will get off your "hook" just as easily as it gets on, and then loiter in the same area still, as does the angler lol. Also, the female subject in question smoked cigarettes ufff. So had I "landed" her, she would have been thrown back anyways lol. Nevertheless, high passion was still the order of the day. But also a message here to all that smoke, as a truly loving spouse will not allow or enable you to smoke. Sorry is my final answer  amp; And again all rights reserved please copyright 2004. NOT for profit! "Smoking Arrow" Kept down low deep under the ocean. Mocking the shallows to run a muck of emotion. Through the blockade past net and mind. Swim across the pull to avoid rip tide. Catch a wave and coast in it's wake. Careful now, get too close and fear will overtake. Break away burst and you are free for a time. This feeling of freedom feels oh so sublime. Wind in your fin sets your will at ease. The air in your sail feels more than the breeze. Energy well spent leaves you hungry and tired. Everything's too quiet; thoughts start running wild. Laid up siege as to sappers on the wall. Grinding war of attrition leaves a headache in the skull. Waves on the rock turn stone into sand. Pressure towards the core turns coal into diamond. Another day burns and the night begins the morrow. Decision to masquerade will ultimately draw a "smoking arrow" 
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Is ok. Often in song lyrics, ppl are free to their own interpretation. Yet also, we were stuck with having to be coworkers or else one the other would have to quit. So we were both still loitering in all respects, even if just due to work. But I did end up quitting that fall because of such conflict, me being the man. She did not work there the following season for whatever reason. Thanks for comments and read
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Yes tween, she was only hooked for a while...I guess lol. Yet things cannot languish in the middle; they have to go one way or another. Nice comment got me thinking about my own poem and it's unspoken parts that actually speak. Kuddos to the abstract lol 
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Haha I just noticed that I had made footnotes on each of these poems in terms of inspiration. Silly me. I missed that for some reason. Hooked=The battle for the heart, 'fission' (separation) of love.  Smoking Arrow=The subconscious and consciousness of love.
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Haha, you had to be there YR
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