Cast, land, wait, retrieve. Cast, land, wait, retrieve.
This is the rhythm of the fly-fisher’s dance.
Its purpose is to make the waiting fish believe
that dinner’s waiting and that they have a chance.
Lost in translation from the act to this page
is the magic of easy moments passed.
Waiting in silence in this outdoor stage
comes communion with nature that is unsurpassed.
There is a music in the wind and the line
that sings of harmony and tranquility.
Whether clear rivers or foamy brine,
we find we bow our head in humility.
The sparkling waters, the colors of the land,
the sounds of nature, complete the whole.
We are not fishing, there’s no rod in our hand,
we’re finding peace that soothes our soul.
Lost in the moments that turn into hours
we meditate and reflect on life.
Time, you are my enemy –suspend your power.
Let me have this time of pleasure, free from strife.
At day’s end, when it’s dark and late,
it doesn’t matter if there’s fish on the plate.
Author notes
"Why do they do it?" Perhaps because they have found the secret of happiness... peace with one's self.
Artist credit:
Mary J. Maxam "Line Dance"
http://www.marymaxamartworks.com/gallery.htm
A contest entry
- Picture Inspired Contest. by delightfulmess.
450 points, ended April 24, 2008, 11 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Critical Comments Always Welcome
Comments
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NICE!!! I so enjoyed this take.
Thank you for entering my contest.
Delila
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Nice Rhyme n going on. No fish on the plate? Interesting...I see a few different metaphors in this poem. good luck in the contest.
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