fishing
zinging lines
across the bay
sinking bait
deep
ii)
pre-dawn
pre-bell
tea
sandals
robes
mist is low
thick
curl up in deep robe silence
just a few dock creaks
and one bobber splash
iii)
no line
hooks
or ancient tackle box
no pond
lake
or cold river bend
just some koi
waiting to be fed
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Oh...the thumbnail is indeed my koi pond.
i LOVE this, love it! and that's saying something, as i have a ridiculous phobia of fishing poles. well, hooks, really. love it, just some koi waiting to be fed. so simple and peaceful. thanks for this, T.M. :)
ReplyDeleteKoi
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in their beauty.
pre dawn
pre bell
tea
it was alway cold
and now
you made me
remember
a sense of place and fishing here on earth, good job.
ReplyDeleteReading your poems is always as peaceful as sitting in meditation. So beautiful, Ollie. I could see it all, feel the morning chill, hear the bobber splash. I especially love the koi pond stanza....and in the photo it is so BEAUTIFUL. Lovely to have that in your yard!
ReplyDeleteThank you for dropping by my blog and so enticing me to drop by yours! Lovely!
ReplyDeleteWell put once again.
ReplyDeleteYou cut-through even the mist, Ollie.
ReplyDeleteNice piece of fishing...
ReplyDeleteI loved the ending here, Ollie! Koi definitely need to eat!
ReplyDeleteI like the sense of metamorphosis through the parts here. The zinging/ sinking word choice is excellent, as well as their placement in the stanza. It's nice to know a lifetime love of fish might end at the koi pond.
ReplyDeleteMy friend,
ReplyDeleteI had to admit that I never went fishing before, but you sure made this very interesting. Great job with this.
LOL The ending was a total surprise. Love this! I have always tried to get a sense of the joy of fishing. I think I've come upon something in your poem. The serenity. I always thought (from the avid fishermen I know) that it was about the beer. LOL
ReplyDeleteI can just see those Koi - lovely Ollie - such a peaceful and satisfying write - only fished once at dawn with a fisherman and did get a catch very small - but what a feeling - :) hgs Lib
ReplyDeletefirst..i love fishing...and the peace of it...love the sounds you capture in it too...the creak of the dock...and that same peace is there by the koi pond with no need of line...
ReplyDeletemy God I love this...your words so Zen like...this would make the Dali Lama smile...bkm
ReplyDeleteI have loved the serenity of lakes and ponds and wished to be anywhere else, not fishing...
ReplyDeleteYour poetry reminds me to be where I am :)
Aren't they so relaxing to watch too :)
ReplyDeleteLovely, very zen feel to it.
I liked the solitude and monastic feel to this piece; beautifully written.
ReplyDeleteI like fishing and I love this poem.
ReplyDeleteSome we feed and some feed us. The old monk knows these things.
ReplyDeletePeaceful, all three, but that middle piece could be a mantra or meditation in andof itself. Envisioning the scene, I am calmed. You're a wizard!
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I enjoyed the music and words ~ The ending was a bit of surprise ~
ReplyDeleteA very peaceful mood you have cultivated in this! Its like I can hear that pre-dawn air!
ReplyDeleteYou make me want to change my life. k.
ReplyDeletewonderfully done.I keep wondering how u manage this fusion of precision and depth.kudos!
ReplyDeleteLove this and I love fishing. I have some great memories of fishing and we continue o make more.
ReplyDeleteThis takes me back to my childhood, wiling away summer days with a line and hook in water. Thanks.
ReplyDeleteIt sounds like an awesome way to get away for a while. To sit by a lake or even pond, watch the koi. I do enjoy just watching fish swim about in a pond, very peaceful. This poem captures that mood. Thanks for sharing this.
ReplyDeleteMy post is fishing related today as well! The video is wonderful. With lyrics that go:
ReplyDelete" You were putting on your make up - I was looking down your shirt....."
how could it not be!
Love those lines, keep casting them my friend. ;-)
ReplyDeleteThis reminds me of mornings of my childhood, racing over green dew blades to be the first to cast out over the pond. Thanks for taking me back!
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