SURF CASTING (thin places 2)

SURF CASTING (thin places 2)

A Poem by Vol

THIN PLACES 2


SURF CASTING


What can be said about

the sea that has not already

been said? When it rages

and that tall ship is captured

by some great artist,

we understand she is

Aphrodite and Freya

rolled into one.


When I stand on her shore,

arms up, lithe muscles ready

to swing that arc and cast a

heavy weight of lead and bait

a hundred feet into her eye,

wait for them to settle, pull

the line tight, and sigh at

the grace of waves and sky,

I inhabit the color blue,

and wait.


A frozen gull slips past

like an arrow, silent and still,

then disappears into shadow

as a manta slides inside the next

wave, his black silhouette

like a tuxedoed dancer

tweaks a high note string

to make your belly sing.


The sun does a gentle burn

on your shoulders and thighs

while you sit inside this secret

sphere of beauty before you,

beauty behind you, beauty

all around you. Maybe something

will twitch the tip or your rod,

maybe not, it doesn’t matter.


© 2023 Vol


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What can be said Vol, when you first see the ferociousness of nature in all its glory? It certainly makes humanities place in nature a bit small, doesn't it?
I've often wondered if we shouldn't just stop with the hooks and worms and just call it something like stick dipping instead, where at least we would all know that we won't catch anything and just relax to the rhythm of the boat bobbing and and the stick dipping pointlessly, freaking out newbie fish into freaking out all the time.
It might catch on Vol, and next thing you wouldn't even needs Lake, just get up in the morning and look for a puddle on your lawn! 😊



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What can be said Vol, when you first see the ferociousness of nature in all its glory? It certainly makes humanities place in nature a bit small, doesn't it?
I've often wondered if we shouldn't just stop with the hooks and worms and just call it something like stick dipping instead, where at least we would all know that we won't catch anything and just relax to the rhythm of the boat bobbing and and the stick dipping pointlessly, freaking out newbie fish into freaking out all the time.
It might catch on Vol, and next thing you wouldn't even needs Lake, just get up in the morning and look for a puddle on your lawn! 😊



Posted 10 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Dear Vol,

There were two things running in my mind as I was reading the poem...
The first was, of course, the powerful description of Nature here.

"A frozen gull slips past
like an arrow, silent and still,
then disappears into shadow"

The beauty sent a shiver through my soul.

The second thought, very compounded by the 3rd and 4th verses was the awareness of our very brief placement amidst all this grandeur in Nature. We have been blessed to enjoy our place under the sun, sighting the sea gulls, swimming with the blue sea so fleetingly. I loved the dual effect your words had on me.

Posted 10 Months Ago


Vol

10 Months Ago

Divya,
What a perfect response. It is amazing to me how so many people can miss the point of .. read more

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My name is Vol Lindsey. I live in Gouge Eye, Texas, a tiny ghost town on Rt. 66. I am a retired creative writing, English literature teacher. I have been writing poetry and reading publicly since 196.. more..

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