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I went fishing this morning in
the pond of myself-
a glorious sun to smile and bless my endeavor,
though cold outside I'm blessed-
these waters are 98.6 degrees-
no fumbling bait to squirm and mate
with fishy mouths taken in by poor vision
and barbed hooks.
Fishing in myself sounds as harmless as it looks.
No water but books surround the rim I throw
my ideas in.

It helps when fishing if I am the caster and the fish-
I toss my fingers hither and yon with precision
in the cerebral pond;
pulling, sure, an old shoe every now and then-
but what angler hasn't felt the false pull and
thrill of resistance....the let down of the sneaker
sneaking to the top.

But patience, ahh...patience- any good caster
will tell you that-
so needed in search of the perfect scales shimmering
somewhere (No doubt there- no fail!) waiting
for just the right light, the moment this word
flows into that, this idea forms and fins
to break the surface of the placid mind-

this fishing hole to plumb,
these thoughts to cast and find-
no joy
to equal the break from the surface,
the splash and droplets and action caught in
sunny delight-
I like my little pond in me-
no license, limit-
just eternity. [comments] => 4 [counter] => 427 [topic] => 69 [informant] => Invierno [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => poets )

Fishing in the Pond of Myself

Contributed by Invierno on Sunday, 7th December 2014 @ 08:26:49 AM in AEST
Topic: poets

I went fishing this morning in
the pond of myself-
a glorious sun to smile and bless my endeavor,
though cold outside I'm blessed-
these waters are 98.6 degrees-
no fumbling bait to squirm and mate
with fishy mouths taken in by poor vision
and barbed hooks.
Fishing in myself sounds as harmless as it looks.
No water but books surround the rim I throw
my ideas in.

It helps when fishing if I am the caster and the fish-
I toss my fingers hither and yon with precision
in the cerebral pond;
pulling, sure, an old shoe every now and then-
but what angler hasn't felt the false pull and
thrill of resistance....the let down of the sneaker
sneaking to the top.

But patience, ahh...patience- any good caster
will tell you that-
so needed in search of the perfect scales shimmering
somewhere (No doubt there- no fail!) waiting
for just the right light, the moment this word
flows into that, this idea forms and fins
to break the surface of the placid mind-

this fishing hole to plumb,
these thoughts to cast and find-
no joy
to equal the break from the surface,
the splash and droplets and action caught in
sunny delight-
I like my little pond in me-
no license, limit-
just eternity.

Copyright © Invierno ... [ 2014-12-07 08:26:49]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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Re: Fishing in the Pond of Myself (User Rating: 1 )
by Beyfoxman5 on Sunday, 7th December 2014 @ 10:09:42 AM AEST
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This is great. So rich. The endless search to find self. Keep catching. Enjoy the journey. Wow.

Best,

Fox

Re: Fishing in the Pond of Myself (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Sunday, 7th December 2014 @ 02:29:14 PM AEST
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Great concept, and delivered with a perfect cast. The deeper you fish, the bigger the catch. It would be nice to think that some of the catch could be thrown away, but unfortunately they all have to go back, good or bad. Top stuff.

Re: Fishing in the Pond of Myself (User Rating: 1 )
by ladyfawn on Sunday, 7th December 2014 @ 06:20:29 PM AEST
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at least when you fish you don't have to worry about weather or
seasons lol, i found this poem beautifully penned with great images,
also, i thought the fin was a nice touch,

hugs n' love nessa

Re: Fishing in the Pond of Myself (User Rating: 1 )
by deadreckoning1983 on Sunday, 7th December 2014 @ 07:27:36 PM AEST
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I thoroughly enjoyed this wonderful poem. I have not had the time to sit and think lately. what a nice little break.

but what angler hasn't felt the false pull and
thrill of resistance....the let down of the sneaker
sneaking to the top.

really loved these lines. I was grinning like an idiot

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