She’d long mastered baiting-- knew well how to gauge all that lay hidden from the surficial stage. With each phase of the foray, and each line that she dropped she plumbed depth and character: currents below and aloft. So she cast out down current with just the right weight a lure that would dazzle~ in sunlight titillate: attracting pelagics to the predator’s fate. Then she wove nets of metaphor and laid them out straight as if she meant nothing by them lest she make wary the prey. Fine and taut she did stretch them that they’d go unseen well upsea of the reef where she, fisher queen, chose a pole, thick and mighty to search the benthos for her King.
There's a "place" where the extremes come together... and differences disappear. There it's no longer "either/or" but both: We. Yin/Yang/Tao... The razor's edge.
But I take your point.
'Tis a sign of mastery that one comes prepared for all eventualities, don't you think?
I don't think we're supposed to be chatting here tho...
cafetwo2010Harford county, Maryland USAJun 1, 2013
shadow1950taunton, Somerset, England UKJun 2, 2013
Cailin much enjoyed this deeper that you first think poem
JyonnahReading, Pennsylvania USAJun 2, 2013
My, my, Cailin! A fisherwoman after my own heart! I laugh at fisherman who use just about clothesline rope to catch fish. No sport in that! I always use an ultra light rod with no more than 4 lb. test to reel the huge bass and trout in. But I know you're speaking of men not fish! And this made me laugh heartily! You are truly an artist with words. Bravo, dear Lady Cailin!
Thank you to all who appreciated the poem. It is always a great pleasure to amuse and entertain.
Yes I am definitely fishing with words and when I find the dear man I mean to have the gear to haul him in, and I'm not lookin' for bait fish or drifting pelagics. Normally I prefer to don my dive dive gear and sport a spear gun and go groping for grouper, but I'm looking for something big enough that he could make a meal out of me had he a mind to--so I'd best wear him down breathless from above before I try to land him proper. That's the plan... <SNORT!> Could be my very last best effort, after all.
There goes me with the metaphor again... I'm always talking and thinking and observing in layers. Must be all the scorpio in my chart...
Thanks again to all of you for enjoying this with me.
Hi Cailin, I enjoyed the read. I am sure that you shall indeed land your king and with him all the joys LOVE HAS TO OFFER. Keep the Faith always. The Dark Man.
Macduff5Newcastle, New South Wales AustraliaJun 3, 2013
Hi Cailin, You've lifted the bar with this one. It's not often I have to consult my dictionary when reading a poem on here. I love your extended metaphor. Now you've got me truly worried...a fisher queen no doubt sending out your burley of words to hook a big fish. I hope it's not a shark. A clever conception well written.
Thanks so much, Rob. That's very welcomed feedback as I love challenging my readers just enough that they are willing to look up a word now and again. I think a writer should aspire to edify while they entertain and that is certainly a goal of mine.
This is the poem that came out as a result of that exchange we had (you and me) so you are a catalyst! Thank YOU!
It is hard for me to believe but this poem pretty much wrote itself. After our exchange I came in and sat down at the word processor and, within 30 minutes, it was done. All I had to do was get out of its way... See what I mean? I am no more a poet than a pencil is a writer. I'm more a conduit than anything else. Ah, or better yet, and more apropos: a grail. To get it to fill with something lovely all I need do is empty it of "me". Thanks for helping me find inspiration, my friend.
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perception dear that only those who've walked
the razors edge would dare fish in your pond.
Must everything be an "either/or" situation?
they're on it..or not.
and differences disappear. There it's no longer "either/or" but both: We. Yin/Yang/Tao... The razor's edge.
But I take your point.
'Tis a sign of mastery that one comes prepared for all eventualities, don't you think?
I don't think we're supposed to be chatting here tho...
Yes I am definitely fishing with words and when I find the dear man I mean to have the gear to haul him in, and I'm not lookin' for bait fish or drifting pelagics. Normally I prefer to don my dive dive gear and sport a spear gun and go groping for grouper, but I'm looking for something big enough that he could make a meal out of me had he a mind to--so I'd best wear him down breathless from above before I try to land him proper. That's the plan... <SNORT!> Could be my very last best effort, after all.
There goes me with the metaphor again... I'm always talking and thinking and observing in layers. Must be all the scorpio in my chart...
Thanks again to all of you for enjoying this with me.
The Dark Man.
You've lifted the bar with this one. It's not often I have to consult my dictionary when reading a poem on here.
I love your extended metaphor. Now you've got me truly worried...a fisher queen no doubt sending out your burley of words to hook a big fish. I hope it's not a shark. A clever conception well written.
This is the poem that came out as a result of that exchange we had (you and me) so you are a catalyst! Thank YOU!
It is hard for me to believe but this poem pretty much wrote itself. After our exchange I came in and sat down at the word processor and, within 30 minutes, it was done. All I had to do was get out of its way... See what I mean? I am no more a poet than a pencil is a writer. I'm more a conduit than anything else. Ah, or better yet, and more apropos: a grail. To get it to fill with something lovely all I need do is empty it of "me". Thanks for helping me find inspiration, my friend.