For Your Enjoyment

Since I had an awesome time fishing yesterday, I thought I'd try to find a couple of poems on the subject.



This one's kind of funny:


Renda Writer - The Other Line

I saw a man
Fishing
Off the side of the pier



Fishing for a fish
And then...
His cell phone rang



He picked it up
And began talking



Cell phone in one hand
Fishing pole in the other



And then...
The tip of his pole
Started bending



He got a bite



And then...



He said
To the person on the phone



'Let me call you back,
I've got someone on the other line'



Childhood Photo
At one time my father and I
would rise long before dawn
and travel
in through dream-dark woods
as night whispered,
on and on, pathless,
to a lion-legended spot
to fish.

Once settled we would watch
the bobbing floats and in half-light
I sometimes caught
with early eyes,
no fish, but the glimpse
dancing in the shovelled surface
of something quicker than currents,
something impossibly sad
and oh so empty:
my own face adrift in water…

Years after, my father's cast line
was fouled forever in reeds,
the reeds that bend in cold winds,
the reeds...

I then looked in the family album
and there
with all the suns that have
ever gone under, was this
man and boy who had simply
gone fishing….

Yes now I recall.
There were two drifting faces
lost in water.


I ended up finding a lot of not so good poems during his pursuit, and it begs the question what makes a good poem?

to be continued...