On a line

 

“Are you a fisherman?”

I thought I saw you

standing there, waiting, rod in hand

“Is that your line?”

Bait attached, drifting,

out to sea,

barely

below

the surface.

“Are you hungry?”

Or do you play for sport?

“I could have swore

I heard you say…”

Are you casting for a prize?

One you can savor?

Or a complete stage play.

I can almost hear your laughter,

as they grace the underside

of the dock you’re standing on.

Maybe they are under fed,

Suicidal or just naïve.

Waiting for the next call,

the chance to audition

as the worm sinks to the bottom

“Ah yes, I remember now…”

I’ve been here before

“A little scar, right here

on my lip,

See?”

Reviews

[Antonio Valentino]

That was awesome Angela. I love fishing, and good poetry, and people who write about both, what a catch!. This one was, a reel keeper!

Antonio :)

[Holly Lock]

Wow that was awesometastical (for lack of a better word).

"Maybe they are under fed,
Suicidal or just na�ve."

I dunno, i liked those lines.
Well done, awesome write.
:D

[Deanarrlack]

This is a wonderful piece. It reminds me of Ferlinghetti Style. Looking through your work, this one stands out the most.

[curley]

=)). Love it. It really makes my imagination run a little wild. I like the different views. Very good. Thanks for sharing! God bless.

[Lyra H]

Wow, that's really good! Keep it up!