I carry a sackful of words
down to the river,
then string each one
on a line
and cast them in.
They flash and bob,
such jaunty bait;
I wonder what
I will catch.
This is for IGRT where Peggy asked us to write about the things we carry. Click on the link and check it out.
This is for IGRT where Peggy asked us to write about the things we carry. Click on the link and check it out.
What a lovely, hopeful image.
ReplyDeleteMe too, every day. Beautiful.
ReplyDeleteI LOVE this!!! "jaunty bait" - so cool.
ReplyDeleteHmmm I bet you will catch an alligator or boot, same thing right?
ReplyDeletesmiles...words are good bait
ReplyDeletemaybe you'll get a verse
out the river
This is really clever!
ReplyDeleteYou are going to catch a bucket load of fine fish (I mean comments.)
ReplyDeletelove it! It seems, to my mind, that you would fish to catch words. I love the way you twisted it. We do use words for bait. I suppose what you catch depends upon which words you have put on your hook.
ReplyDeleteI love the metaphor - so thrilling when the line jiggles and tightens, when one sees finally the poem glistening in the sun, complete (even if in need of scaling and cutting before consumption).
ReplyDeletegood imagery, Mary, and a good question ~ M
ReplyDeleteSuch an awesome metaphor!! I love that you used jaunty! Great write!
ReplyDeleteI like that sackful of words ~ Nice ending, very imaginative write ~
ReplyDeleteNice post, great blog, following :)
ReplyDeleteGood Luck :)
Thanks very much!!
DeleteI liked the spirit in this poem--conveys both confidence and humility to me--both good things I think.
ReplyDeleteAs long as you've had your shots. ;_)
ReplyDeleteSeriously, nice imagery here--we never know what will turn up on the other end of a line, do we?
Bahahaha! Love that comment, Hedge!
DeletePraise for such a lovely poem!
ReplyDeleteI want to go fish with you :D
poetry at its best... really love this.
ReplyDeleteThanks so much Margaret!
DeleteLove it!! I too fish with words...sometimes I am left with an empty hook. :)
ReplyDeleteYes, that's true Susie. Some days they aren't biting.
DeleteI love this poem, Mary. My father wrote books about rivers and fishing. He was a great dad, and all of us miss him. This poem brought him to mind vividly. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteK
I'm glad I could jog a happy memeory for you Kay. :o)
DeleteAll you need is somebody to take your bait, and reply:)
ReplyDeleteLike you Jinksy?
Delete:)you'll catch beautiful comments of appreciation:)
ReplyDeleteThanks Vandana. :o)
DeleteWhat a perfect metaphor.
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