Fishing For Stars

 

From the edge of the cold

windy lake,
you could see the lantern boats
paused over the water
 
Each one, was paused

over

a magic fishing hole
where Lady Luck, was thought to be
 
Excited voices, traversed

the weary mist
and kept you posted, where she was
swimming to
 
And silhouettes of jubilation, falsely sprung

upon the night
where turn by turn, She would visit

all the magic wells
in sight
 
And there, by shooting stars confirm
delivered smiles,
While roaring laughs confirmed
the ones, that got away
 
And wishes lost upon
the stars,
upon a windy day
 
When no one, caught a thing
 
~/~

 

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saiom's picture

to fishermen: magic fishing

sorry to get graphic about your beautiful poem

to fishermen: magic fishing holes

to the fishes:
anglers
stranglers
asphyxiaters
suffocaters



 

 

Daniel Moore's picture

I remember this night when we took Eric's boat out on old mill pond that was a night I will never forget and you wrote it so well I still can see it clear us on the pond in that boat... we didn't catch a thing...

~Dan~

kat's picture




I like the way you concentrate your thoughts, instead of too many
unnecessary words. The lake setting of the poem is magical
too. Good job.

kat

Kevin neil Moore's picture

this is magical, being an angler myself and lover of wild life and nature, your poem reminded me of the times ive spent..early morning mists on rivers and lakes etc.
well done.

S74rw4rd's picture

Reminds me very much (and it is as splendid as) Wallace Stevens' great poem, The Idea of Order at Key West.


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