Fishing Hole

December 9, 2011
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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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Blairezie said...
Dec. 30, 2011 at 9:35 am
I really hate fishing, haha, but you actually made it sound like fun. That's a pretty cool thing to do.
queer_fish This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. replied...
Dec. 31, 2011 at 6:50 pm
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. :)
trainboy said...
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!

youngspeare said...
Dec. 13, 2011 at 2:43 am
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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