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.

[Zoe Richardson]

Okay, this may be an overshare but I have PTSD and when I read this, I thought this expressed what it is like to live with it perfectly. Pain is the catch of the day, when you least expect it and think you are going to get something totally different. When you try to connect, to explain to people what its like, they tune you out. You are left with this vague noise in your head like a radio that never finds a station. That may not be what you intended when you wrote this poem. Readers always bring their own meaning. But this spoke to me, and I thank you for that!

[Einstein Noodle]

I am humbled this spoke to you so, Zoe... truly. communication at the heart of this one for sure and the angst felt when one can not connect .. so your take on it fits to a "t" ... praying for you to feel peace, comfort and assurance dealing with the struggles involved with PTSD. .. being able to share it with others is so important ... like grieving .. "i read in a book" ;) once that when friends and family get tired of hearing about our pain and loss ... find another friend .. until our need to get it out subsides ... i have kept that advise with me many years (my wife and mother of our children died at the very tender age of 30. .. in 1989. we can be resilient .. or wallow in all kinds of negative stuff ... luv on ya Zoe! see you around ... right here at the Cafe'
E.

[Ruth]

White noise seems so familiar these days as time warps realty more and more and humanity grasp for something not quite tangible...dear E, a pleasure to read you today, always an experience to ponder over...stay well my friend :)

[Einstein Noodle]

a joy to see your pic my friend! and to have your thoughts upon reading my poem .. that white noise kind of stays around doesn't it?! like songs we can't get out of our heads ... love your insight .. trying to fill the intangible ..yep!

[S.zaynab.kamoonpury]

Woww fantastic fishing bait metaphor and its a soulful wry poem expressed so creatively. Kudos!

Plz do read and comment my newest poem too.

[Einstein Noodle]

i will certainly do just that S. ... thank you so much for taking time to read and review .. lots can be done with "fishing" and "bait" eh!?? ;) love and peace ... stopping by your place right............................ now!
E.

[emmajoy]

Senyru glory, dear sir, wrapped in a somehow Linus blanket awareness - mayhaps. Beware: new habits die hard, contacts are suddenly fractured, tread carefully - please do not walk on the lines. That white noise is a retardant, a smoke screen stopping us from feeling how we were meant to feel. Perhaps? Your kind of fishing is put in such a way, thoughts will grow, form a chain and.. maybe.. who knows get somewhere, some time! ' Just enough a hook - to fit the size of hunger. - Pain the daily catch.

Left wanting?

[Einstein Noodle]

dear Em ..i appreciate your very thoughtful reading ...always .. and likewise your words .. as only you can say them .. luv and peace girl! may your lines find clear and uninterrupted connections ... :)
E.

[emmajoy]

MANY thank yous, sir, for both your writing and thanks. Pity there aren't more in here who still have the courage to behave with integrity, kindness and everything else similar! Take care of yourself.. keep safe, find smiles and contentment in them thar clouds!

[Einstein Noodle]

:))))))))))) luv ya girl! and thank you so much! made my evening, you did.

[emmajoy]

You're more than welcome!

[emmajoy]

And, you're still welcome, sir. Enjoy the week ahead, take care and keep safe, please very much. :)

[Einstein Noodle]

:) ........................ headed to your pages in a bit ... my schedule is still in a morphing state since the death of Norma ... but settling down as well ... luv on ya .. thanks always for your support ... right here at the Cafe' ;)

[emmajoy]

Reading again - your words truly are true.. life is trapped in silence when it should sing sweet airs; noise when it truly should contemplate the comfort of company. Hugs for your day, sir..

[Einstein Noodle]

thanks again Em! right back at ya! being read "again" is a real blessing .. luv and hugs my friend!

[Fran Marie]

your 3 senryu/ haiku caught my attention
hook..line ..and white noise sinker ..what
a clever piece of bait you've use here
linking these three together ..totally
awesome piece of poetry dear sir..

[Einstein Noodle]

thanks Fran .. i appreciate you goin' fishin' with me for a while! luv on ya always and big hugs for the day
E.

[Fran Marie]

you're s o welcome;

[Lorry]

Love these interconnecting wordplay of starting with the hook, line and sunk(er) 😊
The first is a masterpiece in itself, the true definition of senryu without a word wasted and containing more than the sum of its parts, and with the added sympathetic ouch factor of the last line too. I feel your pain.
But changing tack with the second was a pleasant surprise and dropping off the line, eurgh! Again, I feel your pain.
Lastly, the white noise screams amongst the screams of modernity, where pretty much everything is white noise and we dangle ourselves on hooks of fearing and filling the silence with all the shiny shiny distractions that distract us these days from seeing others, as we glue eyes to screens every waking moment, only looking up to tut at people who we crash into and blame for not looking where they are going. The cheek of some folk!
Again, I feel your pain man 😊

[Einstein Noodle]

thank you for reading so closely my friend .. your in depth coverage really does humble me .. thank you so very much for taking time and reviewing .. you touched all the bases ... thanks so much!!!
E.

[Poetic Beauty]

Speaking with the void or communicating with the silence is what I refer to this as. It’s difficult and definitely not fun.

[Einstein Noodle]

yes! definitely no fun at all ... miscommunications ... games we play .. can be deafening can't it!? ;)
E.

[Sami Khalil]

An awesome treat to the readers dear poet and friend. I like your poems that has strong messages in a great poetic form. Many things in life have baits to lure us and hook us into their powers. Marketing comes to mind with all its tricks and trucks of merchandise. Love, on the other hand, comes naturally. It fulfills the divine essence. It hurts when is lost with communications being cut. At least the fisherman tries but can be surprised with the outcomes. I love it sir E.

[Einstein Noodle]

Yes ... exactly Sami .. you hit on all points .. so gratifying to be read in such a way .. your profile pic is too cool! it lifts my spirit when i see it .. is it from your own garden?
E.

[Sami Khalil]

Wow! Thank you so much for the response. It is . Glad to lift up spirits. All rich blessings my veteran friend.

[Robert Trakofler]

some times the most we can hope for is a chance to dip our hooks maybe we don't even need the bait anymore maybe it's just enough to leave ourselves open to the chance of connection and not so much about landing one:) as always you have a way of making me (pond)er

[Einstein Noodle]

ahahaha love your review Bad One! yes .. perhaps you are right .. it may be enough and the real connection missed by baiting, waiting and expectations .. while all along .. the line is in the water ... perhaps a union as frail and strong enough ... like a spider's webbing .. love your comments sir .. thanks for stopping by always.
E.

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest E... fly fishing may be a better way... someday...
to view the peaceful waters and discover Lures that were lost
along the way. Your poem has captured my memories of
time spent fishing along the Shenandoah River. gently, Pat

[Einstein Noodle]

so glad for your visit Pat! ... your memories of Shenandoah River are far and wide aren't they ;) love on ya girl!
E.