Trout
plain-spoken trout
sought for its glimmer
tasty, flaky white
blushing fins, find
the riparian cold
captured ripples, bold
swam along with ease
one thought in mind
to fill its belly -caught.
A choice of fish/ to be/ extraordinary/ live mysterious/entwined and land-locked/rather/ run free.
Art Poetry animal poem anxiety caught connection depression dreamscapes fly fishing forgiveness journey listening well needle arts stream this writing life trout
Does that mean you are getting ready to dust off the fly fishing equipment?😃
Not quite… but definitely moving in the right direction. Reading Ted Hughes (Sylvia Plath’s husband) who wrote quite a few animal poems and inspired me to try. The book definitely put me in a different mind set. Are you getting ready to fish soon? I am, we are, too busy remodeling, packing and moving to enjoy the peace of fishing… 🎣 and, until i learn to take the fish off the hook…😨 i will end up on the bank, reading a book. 😂
It is supposed to be in the 60s here Wednesday and Thursday so I have my fingers crossed that I have time to get yak on water. Hope your packing goes well and if you get to the river remember pictures are a must.