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I
love to go out fishing
satisfies an inner need
my biggest disappointment
is
all I ever catch is weeds
I toss my line out in the lake
then
watch the line recede
but when I reel it in again
all I've caught is weeds
Fishing is a gentle sport
have patience to succeed
but patience
is not practical
when all I catch is weeds
I am not the best angler
that point I will concede
but surely there's a fish somewhere
hiding
in those weeds
Other fishermen catch fish
tell stories we believe
exaggeration is their catch
they easily deceive
Their stories might
be make-believe
a fudge or two indeed
truth to a angler is not unlike
a
fish among the weeds
For me, I'll go on trying
unsure where lines
will lead
a slack line means I'm once again
lost among the weeds
I'll continue casting lines
yet doubt that I'll succeed
this poem is an
elusive fish
and all I catch is weeds.
© d.knape
January 3, 2013
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"Once Upon A Line" - Light verse and poetry by d.knape
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