gripping his fishing pole firmly
anticipating for a bite
under a bulky tree -
the wounded luck keeping
the boy and his hook a
lengthy stay.
as the elongated grass dancing
stretching in the aerial -
the boy and his hook smeared the sweats
across his forehead
and dashing his hook
farther away into the sightless bay.
birds nearby -
singing -
O, little boy
the prey of the day
is blind beneath this
dark curtain -
kindly away to home.
the boy rest his hook on
his shoulder and away to home as they go.
bring his empty hand
through the entangled wines
in the silent trial -
the boy and his hook bare
through the hunger inside
in the silent trial of the entangled wines.
Reason for writing:
this poem is for my brother in law in dedicating his life to fishing. there are days he would go
out and catched nothing but seedweeds. <p>
Birth sign: Scorpio
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