(4-25-16)
The closer I approach
the more excited I get it seems.
I hope I can recognize my space
I was just there in last nights dreams.
There's a non-overgrown bank
Nestled all nicely in the shade.
I've got two poles so I'll use two different bates.
Two that seem to be special to me
The two that seem to never make me wait.
I ritually insert my head phones
and put my playlist on shuffle.
Lighting unnecessary cigarettes
as my conscience hopelessly begins to lose its tussle.
Casting out is a carefully developed skill
It seems to slowly get better time after time.
Reeling in takes a mixture of confidence and rhythm.
I hook my spinner in weeds
and unfortunately break my line.
I grab my other pole
and grab a quick drink of beer.
Hours seem to slide right on by
and I seem to lose my fear.
I love the one man dance
Trying to lure those clever creatures in.
You can call it a sport, or just a Zen filled day
Where you always seem to end
just right where you begin.
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The Immaculate Musings Of the Misguided Miscreant Known As Igneous Mouse
PoetryA collection of my poetry which is commonly my way of dealing with life; both the good times and the bad, all of the weird moments, the unexpectedly inspirational events, as well of those unfortunately hard ones that we learn lessons from. I like to...
