Gone Fishing

three senryu

Gone Fishing

Just enough a hook 

to fit the size of hunger.

Pain the daily catch.

I called you today

from remote connecting link.

You dropped off the line.

Changing channels I

heard consuming monologue 

responding ........... white noise.

7/05/2021

Author's Note

Reviews

[h d e rushin]

if you tried to fish the Great Lakes this year you know the frustration. The water level was too high for the inland lakes, streams and rivers. The fish that would otherwise spawn, refused. It rained far too much during the summer months and it was cold far too long into the spring. "Fishing" is a masculine (though noble) pseudonym for being in love. You turned the poems beginning into the "Odyssey" where perplexed-bewilderedness became the Lothphagi of indolence. But it was a love poem after all. And No amount of lotus eating can make forlorn lovers listen.....dana

[Einstein Noodle]

ahahahaha ..no amount of Lotus eating indeed ...dear Dan ..what a delight to have your input .. i think i will frame your review and put it up on the cabin wall somewhere ... you gave me such a chuckle ... Arkansas has been a bit dry overall ... many smaller streams barely flowing; but the larger rivers are always good fishing around here .. i am one that would frustrate dedicated fisher men and women (lots of them here) because my idea is .. cast it out and fahgetabotit ... sit back with a good book and a beer ... it i do happen to catch something ... so much the better! thanks to reading and a delightful review!
E.

[wordman]

can you hear me now ? .......................

[Einstein Noodle]

ahahahaha .. loud and clear sir! thanks for visiting :)

[wordman]

you`re welcome

[Kerra]

Wow, so good love the imagery in this. Has some depth to it.

[Einstein Noodle]

glad you liked it! seems like the form almost naturally adds depth .. they're fun to write says i! Thank you for taking time .. and letting me know your were here

[Kerra]

i can't write form, maybe a Haiku at times.

[Einstein Noodle]

;) .........................

[Miss Sharon]

(Just enough a hook to fit the size of hunger. Pain the daily catch.) Speaks volumes about our world today. Good write my friend. ~Sharon

[Einstein Noodle]

thanks Sharon ... great to have your thoughts on my poems, always! stay safe and well out there ;)))
E.

[Susan 🦋]

Oh boy... I know this poem. I know the feelings. I lost a very good friend three years ago. He was disabled with a bunch of medical issues. Perhaps, to the rest of the world an "odd friendship." I don't get this "times heals" stuff. The pain is always with me. But so are the memories...so bittersweet. We enjoyed so many things, and places and concerts...just so much. So many things remind me of happy memories...the holidays are hard. But you know what I miss the most? The unconditional friendship. No strings, no games, just complete acceptance. Good day, bad day, didn't matter. Friends no matter what. That is a rare find. I miss that. Oh that "white noise" is there...Yet, so are his last words to me. I know this poem of yours well. This life cheated my friend, yet a week after his death, I had a dream. My friend restored to health, happy and at peace. It has become the new image in my mind. The only scars in Heaven, are on the one that holds him now.

[Einstein Noodle]

oh my goodness, Susan! Thank you so much for sharing this beautiful part of your life! I am sitting here getting chills on my face from reading .. how precious your friend was and the friendship that remains in your memories .. who can deny that the pain does not go away .. but softens to allow feeling happy about all the good times. Your friend sounds like quite the person .. I read in a Dale Carnegie book long ago that if we have one such friend in our whole lifetime .. we are lucky indeed .. it is a rare thing for sure. how you have been able to relate to this poem is what poetry is all about .. I could not ask for more ... blessings on you ... from me to you .. right here at the Cafe'

[Susan 🦋]

" Rare as true love, true friendship is rarer." Yes, your poem had me reflecting and smiling...and missing. But, that's ok :-) So blessed indeed.

[barleygirl]

Love the way your wandering thread is strung thru these 3 different but resonating ideas. As usual, your Einstein Noodle is hard at work *wink! wink!*

[Einstein Noodle]

I keep checking up on you here, Margie ... ;) what a treat you are poking around a bit .. glad you enjoyed my thread of fish stories .. luv on ya y dear friend!
E.

[Ladysue]

As always your writing is gripping. This poem can be interpreted about different things yet the feeling is the same. Not a person on earth hasn’t felt this. Today is my mother’s birthday. She passed years ago.. You are spot on in this poem hook line and white noise. And when we are in the white noise like I am today.. its hard. But today I did feel my moms presence ever strong..it made the emptiness more bearable. A blessing really. Always wonderful to read your work..

[Einstein Noodle]

So sorry for the loss you feel for your Ma ... doesn't matter the time ago ... the loss becomes softer but remains always .. as it should be ;) so glad you enjoyed and related to these, Lady Sue ... thank you for taking time and sharing a piece of your life

[Ladysue]

Than you.. It was my pleasure.

[Caroline B A Maguire]

That is so sad..the only response to your call being white noise..something eerie about it..but maybe I'm reading too much into it..? I love the way your poetry makes me think outside my own Box and takes me out of my comfort zone ( in a challenging, healthy way).thank you E for that 😊

[Einstein Noodle]

wow! thank you for this review! who could ask for more of their own writing? so happy it spoke to you in such a way .. thanks again for taking time and letting me know your thoughts
E.

[Eilis]

A chain of senryu that do feel connected by the idea of loss and pain. The empty space left by someone’s absence. And how it takes so long to come to terms with the silence that will inevitably be encountered on the other end when we reach out again and again. Something we aren’t taught and I don’t think we can be taught is the hole that is endless, as though a page has been ripped from the book of our life, when someone important is no longer there. The idea that we recover from loss is somewhat misleading. It seems we more learn to live with that hole in the landscape where the person used to be. We learn to step around the hole. Your poem(s) spoke to me of that sense of being alone/lost in aloneness after loss. Maybe my own state of mind, but the pain and solitude are keenly felt for me within the lines. Always a pleasure to read your work, E.

[Einstein Noodle]

i deeply appreciate your sensitive reading of this Ellis .. you couldn't be more perceptive and spot on ... your review blesses me this morning my friend .. as i think of that hole .. and your wisdom concerning it .. i believe you are absolutely right about it .. we step around it .. work it into our landscape and live with it ... that kind of acceptance is what brings peace doesn't it!? thanks so much for the visit .. blessed by your review.
E.

[Melinda McQueen]

What a nice image you painted in mind. And yes, it's easy to be lured by the things of the world.
But love reaches beyond all.
Nicely penned.

[Einstein Noodle]

love overcomes for sure .. when we get it right that is. ;) thanks for the visit McQueen! you be well!
E.

[Corset]

This is wild, it reminds me of the time I was speaking with my sister on the phone, I was very tired from work at the time and she was telling me my nephew was outside and she wasn;t able to find him and that she was very worried, just then "my Nephew" came on the adjoining line and said hello Robin, which I though was strange that he didn't add the "Auntie" on it, as I said, "Hunter!" "Your momma has been looking for you and is worried sick", My sister then asked who I was talking to? I told her Hunter was just on the phone...she said he was not, and that she was alone and worried about him so she went to check the adjoining phone as she didn't hear it. Hunter was not on the phone. That is when I first realized that I hear "stuff" when I'm half asleep and when I began posting these things that "I hear"

[Einstein Noodle]

that's on the verge of spooky, Corset! Your story reminds me of back in the days of party lines us kids found a way to connect to what we called a jam line. there was a certain trick to it but you connected with a whole bunch of kids trying to get each other phone numbers .. it was chaotic but innocent fun as far as i knew .. and sometimes young love bloomed in the meeting. i feel so happy for your visits always ... be well and stay safe! peace and love and joy!
E.

[Corset]

it was very trippy, but I am used to it now

[Einstein Noodle]

i hope you keep sharing my friend! :)

[Corset]

of course :D