Before the fish must end in someone else’s plate, somebody must do the catching.

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A new morning was just unfolding

He walks to shore to start his catch

Tall, lean and hairs on scalp thinning

A low end life without saving much

 

Squeals of seagulls against the breeze

Sound of waves as he plunges to the sea

Cold of water got him down to his knees

He boarded his boat and paddled to be free

 

By the fishing spot he launched his fly rod

Ignoring his lonely life to get him down

By the end of his rod appeared a jumping cod

An overwhelmed heart nearly got him drown

 

By the end of the day before the fall of dusk

The fisherman paddled his way back ashore

With enough catch his wife has nothing to ask

As the tide of life renders everything unsure

More Poetry on Life:

Days of Work

The Road of Life

The Soldier

The Politician

 

 

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  • Hepsi.M on Apr 11, 2010

    I think we all are like this fisherman in life.
    Another excellent rendition of life.

  • nobert soloria bermosa on Apr 11, 2010

    beautifully penned piece as always

  • Beyondbeauty3 on Apr 11, 2010

    I liked it & the pic too

  • Citra Florenca on Apr 11, 2010

    beautiful!

  • Brenda Nelson on Apr 12, 2010

    All the more troubled I am sure, by the fact that fish stocks are decreasing…

  • MCA on Apr 12, 2010

    well written

  • ronthoughts on Apr 12, 2010

    Now I see poetry kabayan!

  • CHAN LEE PENG on Apr 12, 2010

    I think, not only fisherman, we should appreciate what others (such as farmers) did on behalf of us. We’re inter-related and of course, can’t get anything done alone. Clicked you “liked it”

  • deep blue on Apr 12, 2010

    Thanks everyone. To Chan, wait until I could come up with my poetry in ode to the farmers. There’s really endless poetry to squeeze out from occupations, lol.

  • maeraquel on Apr 12, 2010

    How about an ode to politicians? lol I bet it would get published in purple slinky!

  • diamondpoet on Apr 12, 2010

    I love the tribute to fisherman and I wish the men here in NC knew writers like you, they have started to put restrictions on the fisherman here and for many this is their livelyhood. These men work hard and they should be allowed to fish at whatever hours they choose. Awesome write.

  • Starpisces on Apr 12, 2010

    I like the way you wrote it, well done!

  • lillyrose on Apr 12, 2010

    A day by the river always makes me feel great, so sad it didn’t make him feel better…he was lucky to catch cod.

  • Christine Ramsay on Apr 12, 2010

    He is one of the lucky fishermen. So many around here have lost their livelihoods due to cuts. A really good piece.

    Christine

  • Atanacio on Apr 12, 2010

    a very good entry

  • Jimmy Shilaho on Apr 12, 2010

    Lovely poem.

  • LoveDoctor on Apr 12, 2010

    “Before the fish must end in someone else’s plate, somebody must do the catching.” I like your introduction. There’s always a light at the end of the tunnel.” Thank God for the cod.

  • giftarist on Apr 12, 2010

    Nice subject of poetry kabayan.

  • Snooky on Apr 12, 2010

    Sounds like a relaxing productive day to me. I’d like to join him

  • ken bultman on Apr 12, 2010

    Wonderful piece. For some the light at the end of the tunnel has been turned off.

  • zoeyclark on Apr 14, 2010

    Depressing and gloomy, but beautiful. Am I sensing communication problems with his wife as well?

  • CA Johnson on Apr 14, 2010

    I thought this was a really good tribute to fishermen. The intro about someone having to catch the fish is definitely something for all of us to think about.

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