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To Catch a Fisherman

The mists of dawn, the painter’s palette,
Byron’s mood and the river, the poet’s banquet
Ghostly swans glide in and out of my vision
 Creating waves of pollen flotsam
This poet’s inspiration and my freedom

It is here that the pregnant dragonfly 
Dips her egg filled body under the surface
Entering a world of myth and danger
The gamble of her life

For there are eyes watching, waiting,
The trout is looking for its next victim
A rise and the dragonfly is no more
Clinical, no sorrow, no regrets, no apologies
For nature answers to no one
All around water boatman skim the surface looking on,
Like referees from some epic hockey match

Another splash and another victim,
This time the trout, for the pike rules this domain
Nature in all her magnificence,
No compassion, no judgements the circle of life complete
As in war the chain of command cannot be ignored

And now I am part of that chain
My trout, my trout, come to my fly
For I am hungry and I have the priest
To hear your confession

And as another day passes I have witnessed
That what you cannot see
For I am a fisherman
And in waters reflection, I know
 That I too will die

But not before I have seen another dawn
On the river, where nature was born
Where spirits live and souls die,
For all are equal, in my mind’s eye.

In the distance the city
Where spirits die in pollutions berry
And souls drab and resigned
Live In concrete boxes, prisoners of their own mind
Chasing elusive wealth and corruption,
Disciples of violence and prostitution

And through the window, in the distance 
The river flows with a clear conscience
A supreme being, incorruptible and true
Whose spirit is home to many creatures?

And when the cities have turned to dust and man
Has murdered his last born son
She will be here flowing gently to the sea
In love with nature, for eternity.

And when I am gone
My spirit will return
To be a part, of the river
A ghostly Angler
To be seen on the mists of dawn
A reminder of what has gone
Witnessed by these ghostly swans.

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  1. Date: 12/10/2011 10:35:00 PM
    This was my first poem read written by you but will nont be my last. thank you for commenting on my poem "duet" else I would have never found you. Great work here. leonard

  1. Date: 12/10/2011 2:03:00 PM
    The serenity of you fishing trip takes me with you on this fascinating adventure. Watching nature giver and take life as part of the cycle then the turn to what men are doing. Great stuff to probe my mind!

  1. Date: 12/7/2011 7:14:00 AM
    Enjoyed reading your amazing poetry today and hope to be back soon to read more Steven. This time of year we all are so busy and I for one don't have a lot of time right now but I will try. I love reading the poetry of the many talented poets here at the Soup. Hope to be reading your poetry for many more years to come. Thank you for sharing your poetry with us and may you always find the inspiration to continue with your writing endeavors whatever they may be. Love, Carol

  1. Date: 12/6/2011 11:56:00 PM
    Steven, relatively a few of us go down by the sea.. one day i would love to steer a tall ship.. one can lose themselves into the intimacy of the sea... but only nature knows the salty taste of the sea... a fine read.. i have my own bottled view on your poem~ENJOYED.. thank you for sharing your wonderful poem;-) Have yourself a very lovely day, always,..p.d.