Regret
What would I give to keep you dear
to live in love with no fear
where would I lie should you fall away
unable to face the coming day
How could I move without your love?
how could I breathe?
When you’re the best part of me.
Luck
Luck
I never was much of a fisherman
until I fell in love with one.
Even then, I always carried a book,
snacks, a thermos of coffee,
notebook and pencils.
He did what he could to keep it interesting.
We bet on first fish in the boat,
biggest fish,
most fish.
He usually won, and he wasn’t always graceful
when he didn’t.
He was more patient.
I treated fishing as an active sport—casting,
retrieving lost lures,
casting again. And I learned
to relish the good luck:
an excellent crappie hole
sand bass feeding frenzie
the hard fighter I let go to fight again
the short story I sold about one rough day on the water
my fishing man
Once, he sacrificed his favorite pole to save me
when I fell out of the boat in a snaky creek.
Lost my glasses, too. Always figured
there was a catfish down that creek
who was suddenly able to see the difference
between a live worm and a hooked one.
Goodnight Fish
At sea and at bay, we sit and we stay
We pull out our line and hook the bait, we open the cooler and we sit and we wait
A simple pull on the line would make us aware that the fish are biting instead of just browsing what’s there
A slight little jiggle in the line makes us jump, we reel it in hoping it’s not a stump
Another hopeful moment but not what we thought, so we cast the line askew and try to find something to brag about being caught
The day grows darker and we must pull in, after all fishing is patience and we don’t always win
We will come back to the same place next week hoping to catch something worthwhile, that we are willing to keep
Goodnight Fish
Angling for Some Tangling – Poem for Hour 3
Cast a line and see where it falls,
Because it’s the unknown that really enthrals
You – admit it,
You don’t want a’ hook, line and sinker’ –
You want more of a freethinker
So you’ll need the right bait –
You’ll need to create
The thrill of the chase,
An unsolved case
For her to investigate,
So she’ll reciprocate
With grace.
But don’t spin her a line,
Because it’s only a very fine
One between playing games
And causing untold pains,
And once you’ve caught her
She’ll lose all appeal,
And you’ll be back to reel
Another one in,
Promising safety from sharks with hidden fins
Offering acceptance of all of their sins,
Then using them like needles and pins
To pierce the surface and damage what’s within.
(c) Gemma Hinton 13/06/15
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#4
Morning love
sun rays glow
nature awakens
birds sing
chipmunks scamper
looking for seeds and bugs
yum to some.
Gone Fishing (Prompt 3)
be patient
it will come
they always do
flex your rod
when it weighs down and bends don’t lose it
they are not ignoring you
believe me
it seems like it but don’t let go
smiles and sun hats greet conversations
as we pull out previously packed lunches
waiting until we catch the next one
and I catch my first
………..
Enslaved by the unknown
Scared of the what ifs
Taken by his beauty
Loving him for the shift
V.Sky
2015 poetry marathon poem #3 spawning season
It’s spawning season
You baited your hook carefully
They come into the shallows to spawn
What about the mommy fishes?
I worried
You won’t be catching mommy fishes
will you?
No mommy fishes, you reassured me
Even as you cut
into the glistening bellies
scraping the crystalline beads
of life into the water below
Even as you laughed at me
Even then, only weeks
into what would become love
marriage separation love again
two sons and a life together
you protected me
filtered my reality
through the lens
of your affection
Traded reality
for what might comfort
Poem3/24 “The Fisherman”
My father’s friend named Mike is a fisherman
He used to go to the sea early morning
When everyone still snoring and sleeping
He will escaped and slowly walk and run
After how many hours, before lunch
He will come home holding his bunch
Full of fish, big and small
Different colors, different kinds, different sizes
My friend Michael and I will clean the fishes
Some for cooking
Some for giving
Some for selling
My friend used to go to the market during afternoon
To sell the fish, his father’s caught
When he sold, he will come home with money
He will give it to his parents
And save some for his schooling
His father said: “fishing is not easy
You have to be patient
Pray that you might catch
Fishes knows whose net they are going
Fishes knows who are needy
As I pray to God, I pray to fish to come”
If I will not go fishing, my family will suffer
My son will stop studying
I don’t want to see that, he is our one and only child
My family will be hungry
I dont want to see them suffered, he added.
Fishing is not only a job but it is a dedication to God, I said.
Yes!its true his father said. Fishing is about a choice
It is about choosing the most and best for you and your family
And fishing is all about love
If you love God
He will give you the best more than you ask for, wait patiently
Fishing is the foundation of this family
My wife’s family is rich. Yet, she still chose me, she said:
“we will surpass as long as we stay, still and keep fishing,
And be a fisherman to God”
We can be richer than my family, he added.
Fishing is loving those people around
Not by catching quickly proud
But to wait patiently love
The best catch will come from God