Quiet sunset in the jack pines
leaves parch upon the lips of a
tired fisherman.
Sunfish and
a small mouth bass.
Supper would be sparse.
Lake water boiled
the pot for coffee,
rim torn of rye-baked bread.
Fish, lightly fried.
Camp skillet sautés
fresh fairy rings.
Jack pines silhouette
a pink and blue sky.
Mirrored images ripple.
A loon calls.
Author notes
Picture Courtesy ~ Of Trees And Their Reflections by gfxmaster at flickr.
A contest entry
- PIF Quickie - JPG & Phrase by Namita.
300 points, ended September 13, 2007, 9 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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This is great my friend, you have, in a few short verses captured, sound, smells, vision and emotion with a feeling of freshness of the outdoors.
Love,
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Amera
Thank you so much.
I am pleased for your comment here. I have seen a sky like this and fished in a lake as clear as glass. Ahhh. This photo sent me spinning into memory. Thank you again. ~Pamela 
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Pamela, I love fish frys and country settings. Such a serene little piece and how adorable when you threw in some whimsy: 'camp skillet sautes fresh fairy rings!' ha My best, Belle
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ma belle
Thank you so much. I am very pleased you enjoyed this one. Memories of some younger days, in the fishing camp...
~Pamela
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this was beautiful
i got alot of images from this beauty
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raggyann
Thank you so much. I appreciate your kind words here. ~Pamela
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Love the weite... beautiful and interesting result of the take on the picture. Thanxx for the entry... good luck to you.
Candy -
love the imagry as I can hear the erie call of the loon, with the imagry you have presented. Beautiful take on the prompt! Best of luck in the contest...
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Candy
Thank you for the lovely comment and wonderful contest. OH I did like that image very much. ~Pamela
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Tirrell
Thank you so much. I am so pleased for your comment here and appreciate your kind words very much. ~Pamela
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This is beautiful, serene and sounds like the perfect getaway right about now - this reminds me so much of Tranquil Lake, way up in the bush here, I got caught in a bad storm, fishing, in the middle of the lake, in a row boat
LOL...storms come FAST in the mountains...but it was nice after, eating fish, fried over a campfire, and I LOVE the sound of loons, my favorite sound in the world.
I think I need to go camping now..didn't get to go this year. I don't know why I am telling you all this...lol.
Anyways...this poem is an experience...I love it, it takes me there, captures all the senses
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ardentMarch
Thank you so much. What beautiful comment on my poem. You too know the beautiful mournful tune of the loon. Ahhh. Nothing else quite like it. I am so pleased you enjoyed this piece. ~Pamela
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Evocative
Simple and evocative. You took me there. -
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Dean
Thank you so much. I am a pleased you were able to enjoy the vision. ~Pamela
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is that me calling (loon).lol...seriously, a great poem with immaculate imagery that made me miss camping-haven't done that in years--lovely write.
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aliceramone
LOL. The lonely call of the loon. Can truly be a beautiful sound cross a crystal lake at sunset. Ahhh. Memories... So pleased for your lovely comment. Thank you my friend. ~Pamela
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