![]() |
| Untitled by Thomas Eakins (1910) Fair Use They gathered with nets on the shoreline on a dark rainy day, searching for a sign it was rumored that s ship of dreams sailed carrying treasures beyond the mystic veil cold and hungry they cast out their heavy nets through the fog, formed ghostly silhouettes echoes of deep regrets, ballad of lost souls who among you, will hear the last bell toll with humble hearts, working side by side hidden full moon, pulling hope with the tide it is said their nets were bountiful with fish and the ship of dreams full- filled their wish perhaps, this is an old fisherman's tale for all we know it could have been a whale
written for imaginary garden with real toads
author's note: I am having some computer issues so I will be reading and commenting as I can. Thanks for visiting. |
A poetic blog to entertain my inner muse and express the wanderings of my heart. " I Choose the Frequency of Love"
Showing posts with label fishing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fishing. Show all posts
Saturday, October 7, 2017
Fisherman's Tale
Sunday, July 12, 2015
Gone Fishing!
ancestors carved signs
messages left in stone walls
from water springs life
cast your net so you might grow
catching fish in the deep end
~
pictures etched in stone
mossy shoreline shadows dance
fishing for knowledge
cloudy skies, warm gentle rain
revealing a rainbow trout
~
ancient trail marker
mysterious fishing hole
cast your hook and line
walk on the pathway of bears
sharing your catch with mankind
~
paddling together
desire fills our emptiness
casting dark shadows
we rest by the crooked tree
hungry feeding our bellies
~
paddling together
desire fills our emptiness
casting dark shadows
we rest by the crooked tree
hungry feeding our bellies
sharing with Poets United
picture credit by Truedessa
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)

