Thursday, September 5, 2013

Fishin'

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. 

30 comments:

  1. I LOVE this!!! "jaunty bait" - so cool.

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  2. Hmmm I bet you will catch an alligator or boot, same thing right?

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  3. smiles...words are good bait
    maybe you'll get a verse
    out the river

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  4. You are going to catch a bucket load of fine fish (I mean comments.)

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  5. love 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.

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  6. I 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).

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  7. good imagery, Mary, and a good question ~ M

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  8. Such an awesome metaphor!! I love that you used jaunty! Great write!

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  9. I like that sackful of words ~ Nice ending, very imaginative write ~

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  10. Nice post, great blog, following :)

    Good Luck :)

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  11. I liked the spirit in this poem--conveys both confidence and humility to me--both good things I think.

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  12. As long as you've had your shots. ;_)

    Seriously, nice imagery here--we never know what will turn up on the other end of a line, do we?

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  13. Praise for such a lovely poem!
    I want to go fish with you :D

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  14. poetry at its best... really love this.

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  15. Love it!! I too fish with words...sometimes I am left with an empty hook. :)

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    1. Yes, that's true Susie. Some days they aren't biting.

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  16. I 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.
    K

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    1. I'm glad I could jog a happy memeory for you Kay. :o)

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  17. All you need is somebody to take your bait, and reply:)

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  18. :)you'll catch beautiful comments of appreciation:)

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