Fishing for Poetry
I rudder left,
The boat turns right;
Opposites x me in the bow,
Steady me in stern.
I cast on right,
The wind blows left;
Below the fish swims toward my lure,
Bites the weightless hook.
It is a grasp-less grasp-
a quicktime dance of sea.
April 1. 2014
Apr 02, 2014 @ 16:36:00
Love this, Jeanne!
Apr 02, 2014 @ 16:37:16
I’ve re-blogged it 🙂
Apr 02, 2014 @ 16:36:50
Reblogged this on Catherine Johnson and commented:
Had to share this beautiful poem by Jeanne x
Apr 02, 2014 @ 18:37:50
Beautiful! 🙂
Apr 03, 2014 @ 08:42:21
Oh my sweet Catherine! How great to use a prompt from one of my East Coast poet friends and then get this re-blog from my Canadian poet friend!
J