CASTING LINE

I am in a haze
Fingers tipped
In literal dimensions,
I am the struggle
Casting lines and hooks
Into life's ocean
But I am no fisherman
Yet I feast in It's bounty

Thunder claps and I again...

Am reminded of uncertainty
The depths to which I yield,
Foreign fields of grey
In every attempt

The line tight,
Hands taught,
For the oceans still bites.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I like the way you used fishing and life. It is the same. Must take chances and hope for a good catch. I enjoyed the complete poem. Fishermen hold great wisdom. Good to think and know peace by the sea. Thank you for the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Rene Velez]

Thanks Coyote, always a pleasure.

[Tree]

You tackle a deep philosophy in that ocean of yours. I dug the visuals and the metaphors, you bait on your hook. A thoughtful piece, Rene. A good read.

[Sleepless]

i love how you elucidate every bit of the poem and the metaphor can be easily seen with the eye of the imagination . this a great written piece of work :)

[Rene Velez]

thanks Brenda

[Sleepless]

you are welcome :)

[lovejulez03]

This was great and written beautifully. It made my eyes happy :) Nice work!

[Rene Velez]

thank you

[Akashi]

I like this A LOT, Rene, great job on it!

[Rene Velez]

Thanks

[Akashi]

You're welcome.

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

A poised and elegant piece, well done.

[Rene Velez]

Thanks Thomas

[Baby Ricochet]

We're all fishing for something. Beautiful piece Rene.

[Rene Velez]

Much appreciated