I do not do haiku,
I fish.
Should anyone inquire
kindly tell them
I went fishing.
Say I left
right in the middle of
business as usual
took no bait
just my tackle
quietly
to a timeless river
under a nameless moon.
Oct12
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Cyntthia I just love, love, love this! I cant stop reading it. And the last three lines left me quite breathless. Wonderful! Have you any poems in a book? Or have I asked you this before; my question suddenly sounds familiar to me!!! 😊
I’m happy to hear you love this, Journey. You, in particular, probably have a deep sense of what it is about………..No, I don’t have a book. For now, this blog is my only publishing. Thank you for being a very special reader of it!
Journeyintopoetry hit this one on the head.
“I do not do haiku” is a lovely beginning and has a delightful ring to it. The prosaic “I went fishing” is a great sequitur. You are master poetess!
Cheerio,
Jane
….and you are a most encouraging friend, Jane. Considering the high quality of your own writing, I must say your appreciation means a great deal. Thanks much!
You went fishing, but you “took no bait”. That line really sticks out for me: it should be nonsense, it lengthens the stanza, and above all it grabs the whole poem and takes it somewhere else. I feel like saying Hey, Look No Bait!
Spot on, John! That’s my own favorite line (excuse pun) of the poem. “Took”, of course, can mean “received” or “brought”, and the fun for me was that I realized the non-nonsense of it only after I had already written it. Hurrah, and thanks!
I pause here to reflect upon the three comments I have so far received on this poem…….one that particularly likes the last lines, one that particularly enjoys the first line, and one fascinated by the middle……who could ask for a better response?
We are the three Graces (I’m the plain one).
Well fancy that! And oh what a good thing is a good laugh on a dreary Sunday afternoon….Thank you for that too!
!! 🙂 Loved it through and through
Ahhh…a “compleat angler”! Thank you, Sarah.
You do not do haiku.
Nights lengthen in New England.
On peut lire Labé.
Mais oui, mon ami.
Old shadows threaten darkness.
Then there’s light. Like you.