Fishing Hole

December 9, 2011
By queer_fish SILVER, San Antonio, Texas
queer_fish SILVER, San Antonio, Texas
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Glimmer, shimmer, shine,
Sun reflects on infinite blue.
Ker plunk, splish splash,
Fishing line hits water.

Crisp, cool wind lashes my face,
As I chatter with my friends.
Approval glows from my dad,
As I catch fish after fish.

At the end of the day,
I am the winner.
Catcher of the most fish.
Fisher of the most catch.

I smile wider than a ruler,
Full of young bumptious pride,
Sunlight glinting and glittering
Off the surface of my smug eyes.

The fathomless, indigo water
Reflects my boundless glee.

The sparkling lake garnishes dreams.

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on Dec. 31 2011 at 6:50 pm
queer_fish SILVER, San Antonio, Texas
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Thanks. I actually hate fishing, too. I detest watching the fish suffocate while they flop on land and I can't stand taking out the hook from the poor little fish's bloody mouth. However, I loved fishing when I was little and I wanted to captured the innocence and bliss of childhood. Thanks so much for your feedback and sorry for the rambling reply. :)

Blairezie GOLD said...
on Dec. 30 2011 at 9:35 am
Blairezie GOLD, Montrose, Colorado
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Favorite Quote:
"You must never give in to despair. When there is no hope, you give yourself hope. That is the true meaning of inner strength." -General Iroh

I really hate fishing, haha, but you actually made it sound like fun. That's a pretty cool thing to do.

trainboy said...
on Dec. 13 2011 at 7:08 pm

Really good poem!  I really like going fishing, and this poem makes me want to right now! 

Check out my poem: "VMI Rat"

Keep writing!

on Dec. 13 2011 at 2:43 am
youngspeare BRONZE, Nairobi, Other
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Favorite Quote:
We wouldn't ask a rose that grew from the concrete for having damaged petals; in turn we'd all celebrate its tenacity, we'd all love tz will to reach the sun well we are the roses n these are my damaged petals don't ask me why thank God and ask me how

Awesome piece! mAkes me feel like going fishing right this moment, lol. Anyway beautiful imagery! Keep posting :) 
Please check out my poem "Ghosts of the Past" and rate/comment? would really appreciate it!

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