Soaking wet

Fishing for us

Promises of happiness the bait,

Ready to hook your fragile heart

Allow me.

Alas ! This river disappoints.

I struggle upstream,

losing sight of you

eventually giving up on the idea of us

©Richard Quaz Roodt(2011)


This poem is linked to d’  #Open link night 13 and  One Single Impression 

  1. sandra says:

    intense feelings…nice images!

  2. claudia says:

    sometimes it just doesn’t work out as we wish it would…neither in fishing nor in relationships…nice use of metaphor

  3. The big one always gets away…… ! Nice poem Quaz…..

  4. wolfsrosebud says:

    I think more than fishing is going on here…

  5. brian miller says:

    whew, this poem took quite a turn for me as i love to dip the line…but the metaphor at the end is a cold wind…drifting apart and then giving up on the thought of us…sad…

  6. Pat Hatt says:

    Oh and then there are the flies, death in disguise, hate those things..haha…great verse.

  7. ayala says:

    Love the pic..I love fishing 🙂

  8. I love fishing such a lovely image and sometime the big one gets away or the one you catch seems to be a lot bigger than they actually are great poem well done

  9. There’s something fishy here…

  10. Adura Ojo says:

    ‘Struggling upstream’…that gets me. The imagery is great and its echoes of failed relationships too. My poem has thoes echoes too. Feel free to check it out.

  11. ms pie says:

    i love the idea of fishing for love….

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