4 am
fishing hole magic
I am with my daddy
catfish, bass and bluegills are calling our names
we are the only ones alive
Categories:
bluegills, father daughter, fish,
Form: Free verse
A Little Fish
I opened a tin of sardines in olive oil for my evening meal.
Headless and nicely packed they were, except for one that
had a head-on was alive. I filled water in a jar.
Put the sardine in and fed it bread crumbs.
The headless sardines in the tin, so still and dead, I could
not eat them, put the tin back in the fridge.
My little sardine grew too big for the jar, and cats were circling
The house, looking for a way in, so I took it to the empty lake
that once had Bluegills fished to extinction,
set my sardine free to feed on rotten vegetation-
I don`t know how fish reproduce, but a year later, a school
of sardines were swimming around, except for one that
swam the opposite way- Bonanza! Grilled sardines and
The people rejoiced, thinking it was going to last forever,
And then there were none except one, my sardine in oil.
I went down to the lake when the sardine saw me
was glad, jumped up in the air, and was caught by a bird.
Empty lake, a dead eye in the wilderness, tells no story.
Categories:
bluegills, 8th grade, age, angst,
Form: ABC
Fishing
In the farm pond
Large catch of small bluegills
Toss them back for the small-mouth bass
Feeding
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Poetry Soup
written July 23, 2021
Categories:
bluegills, fishing, sports,
Form: Cinquain
verdant grasses in a gorgeous April meadow
dew fresh on delicate apple tree blossoms
red buds parade their mystical prettiness
refreshing country air which rejuvenates and revives
daybreak's shy glances peek over the hills
barn standing in as a witness for five generations
dainty daffodils sprinkled with purple violets
a fabulous day for a bit of pond fishing
bluegills and bass will be biting
handsome farmer stares at the glowering sun
appreciating God's fresh new day
loving the canvas of his verdant meadow
he can smell the warm flapjacks now
his wife waves through the kitchen window
he waves back, so glad she is his!
no hurry to get inside,
loving the April meadow,
his overalls itch to head toward the pond
after our chores, he thinks
Taking another long breath of God's country air
Categories:
bluegills, god,
Form: Free verse
O, Basilisk keeping across the unsinkable surface of water,
desperately fleeing the terrible hunger of monstrously ravenous mouths,
supported by ripples of light,
as adrenaline, faith and delight appear to allow the impossible task of traversing the river of night, as the bluegills below the remarkable sight of a lizard escaping a death of forsaken repose effervesce with a watery awe,
is an ingenuous talent as yours unremittingly earned?
Aug 28, '18
Categories:
bluegills, animal, anxiety, death, happiness,
Form: Rhyme
A Little fish
I opened a tin of sardines in olive oil for my evening meal.
Headless and nicely packed they were except for one that
had a head on and was alive. I filled water in a glass jar put
the sardine in and fed it bread crumbs.
The headless sardines in the tin so still and dead I could
not eat them put the tin back in the fridge.
My little sardine grew too big for the jar cats were circling
the house looking for a way in, so I took it to the empty lake
that once had Bluegills fished to extinction,
set my sardine free to feed on rotten vegetation
I don`t know how fish reproduces, but a year later a school
of sardines were swimming around except for one that
swam the opposite way- Bonanza! Grilled sardines and
the people rejoiced thought it was going to last forever,
and then there were none except one my sardine in oil.
I went down to the lake when it saw me it was so glad
it jumped up in the air and was caught by a passing bird.
Empty lake a dead eye in the wilderness tells no story.
Categories:
bluegills, imagination, islamic,
Form: Blank verse