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MORNING FISHING
Tremolos...
A loon in the distance,
Fog rising like smoke
From the fires of the lake.
And there!
Near the landing
A doe and two fawns!
I drop my thermos,
Its distress echoes
Out across the lake,
And I reach out to comfort it.
White tails wave in the distance
Where the deer have gone.
Deaf
I drink in silence,
Moving my gills,
Mouth gaping
And closing,
I swim free
As a northern
Foraging the shallows.
Distant thunder
Breaks my delusions
Of lunkerhood
And a rain crow
Warns of a coming storm
As the breezes grow.
Distant thunder
And no more tremolos.
I feel a panic surge,
Look at the gray sky,
Search for the sun,
And a mist fills my eyes.
Firing up the boat
To return to my wife
(I am married to the city,
Computer disks
And keyboards)
But my mistress,
Though in a stormy mood,
Has been good to me,
Let me breathe;
Let me lie
Beside her in the morning
Before the drizzle began,
And she will welcome me back
With no regard for the weather
To her wilderness abode
When I am again free
And my wife thinks
I have just
Gone morning fishing.
- Title: MORNING FISHING
- Artist: UC Poika
- Description: It is about fishing but it's not
- Date: 03/25/2009
- Tags: morning fishing
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Comments (3 Comments)
- Steihlia - 03/31/2009
- really calm and serene. i like it. comment on mine.
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- meizha - 03/26/2009
- I like it. My head's not really working right now to really get what it's talking about. But I love the peacefulness in it.
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- PPPPockets - 03/25/2009
- nice one pls. comment on mine
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