Poetry Blogs (fishing)
In and out the sea doth sway
Erasing mans death and decay.
An old man's struggle,
No net, no sail. Only a flag
of permanent defeat.
Great fish swimming around and around,
the reel running, a screaming sound.
A Marlin swims, the ultimate catch,
only days to see if luck they will have.
The men struggle and pray away,
A massive catch needed to save the day.
Tuesday 31st July 2018 12:09 am
The lake is still in the evening sun
A little breeze make the longer grass sway on the bank
and a ripple disturb the surface:
A mayfly lands
A swallow drinks and is gone before I see
With a rattle, a duck takes off from behind the island
Then it is still again
Beneath the reflections are fish
Sometimes - but not yet tonight -
A circle of ripples flows out from a rise
Monday 15th January 2018 3:40 pm
Lagoon and aqua English blue.
Midget white horses roll with silver eyes.
Their hooves curling forward then crash,
as the surf storms in yards behind.
Tremors invade the sandbanks and gullies,
as the slack creeps in before.
This is the world of the sea perch.
The bass. Striking hard and hitting fast.
Armoured in silver and streaking shine,
as he terrorises the r...
Thursday 12th November 2015 9:26 pm
I lost a good man today
he chose to bite the dust
instead of the bait
at the end of a line
that he'd toyed with for days.
There we were, two photos about to go 3D
when off he worms, back to a changing tide
some other stinking fish in toe
I imagine an amoeba, one overloaded brain cell
and a slimy tail...
Oh you fickle male!
Or maybe a sturgeon, thick set and deadly boring
there for the...
Monday 13th January 2014 8:03 pm