Casting thoughts

Silver waters silent

reflecting the stillness of the morning's

mirror hazed sheen

The sun lifts moments

floating skyward to a waiting blue

framed in yellow gold

 

I cast my thoughts,

ripples expand like needs,

poetry as my chosen bait

and wait

 

 

Reviews

[Alfred Kukitz]

This poem travels into the air in first class style. I could almost sense the words wiggling around each other, sliding upward, the words, ideas toasted by the sun.

[willweb]

Thanks so very much Alfred for this wonderful review of my work. I am thrilled you liked this one.

[Lyn Anderson]

Ha, won't catch me with the poetry bait. Wait a minute, didn't you just do that? Darn, I am hooked. :)

[willweb]

Fishing for comments...oops, did I say that outloud? Thanks so much KLGoode.

[Matching Socks]

I envy the poor little fish that gets lured by your bait.
Wait... Did I say envy? I meant pity, totally meant pity.

[willweb]

I understand, changing your mind...it happens. :) This was an old one I cast in your direction. Thanks so much for accepting my RR and leaving such fun comments.

[Matching Socks]

Ha! You're good....

[Alani]

"...Poetry as my chosen bait.. and wait"
I love this line... it makes me wonder about your intentions with your poetry!!

[willweb]

Yes, I know how it sounds...it was just an idea, a thought I had. But really, I do think all poets cast out their poetry to see who reads and likes it. What do you think?

[Alani]

No of course! My favourite poets shared their feelings to stir up feelings in others!

[s y e]

Loving the metaphor here, my friend. Another excellently written poem! You sure do write faster than I can review! Keep it up!

[willweb]

Thank you Noodlehead for your comments. You always seem to find my work. I am happy you enjoy it.

[Pryde Foltz]

First off, loved the title. And the expression was tranquil, yet majestic.

[willweb]

Thank you Pryde for your comment on my poem today. I am happy you liked it.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i really like your metaphor here, will...

this reminds me of being out in the boat with my dad in Kentucky back when i was a teenager...the silence, the beauteous reflection on the water...even then before i ever wrote anything at all, my thoughts were being cast, and my bait was something that later would catch the muse...or rather she might catch me...

i drifted so nicely with this one.

[willweb]

Thank you Jacob for your comments on my poem. I am happy it brought these memories back to you.

[Chris Micha]

Will, this was really a cool piece. I really enjoyed how you tied it all together at the end. Bravo!

[willweb]

Thank you for your comments Christian. I am happy you liked this.