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Gone Fishing: Poetry Prompt and Playlist

By Heather Eure 23 Comments

Fishing is generally a quiet activity, but fish songs? We discovered they are mostly, in the words of the resident teen, “kind of overly happy sounding.” We’ve got a roundup of the [mostly] happy songs in our new Gone Fishing Playlist. Catch a listen:

Fishing is a poetic experience. It can be a metaphor linked to many of life’s experiences. In Hemingway’s novel, The Old Man and the Sea, the character Santiago looks wistfully across the ocean and thinks, “My big fish must be somewhere.” At one end of the rod and reel is persistent frustration, but tied to the other end is hope.

Gone Fishing Poetry Prompt: Write a poem about fishing as a metaphor for your life.

Thanks to everyone who participated in last week’s poetry prompt. Here’s a poem from Glynn we enjoyed:

An eternal silence beneath
the surface of the wave, moves
untroubled by the crashing
sound above, moves forward,
always forward. The line
of sight compresses
to a infinite point
where the four converge:
four corners of sand,
of sea, of shore, of air;
four boundaries of earth
of air, of fire, of water.
Four winds blow unseen.
Four horsemen gallop
unheard and unhearing.
Four muses cry unanswered
and ignored, the cries emptying
into a wave of silence.

—by Glynn Young

Photo by William Doran. Creative Commons license via Flickr. Post by Heather Eure.

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Heather Eure
Heather Eure
Heather Eure has served as the Poetry Editor for the late Burnside Collective and Special Projects Editor for us at Tweetspeak Poetry. Her poems have appeared at Every Day Poems. Her wit has appeared just about everywhere she's ever showed up, and if you're lucky you were there to hear it.
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Comments

  1. Donna says

    August 4, 2014 at 9:00 am

    I cast in my line,
    Pull out my own beating heart.
    Splunk… it needs more time.

    Reply
    • Heather Eure says

      August 11, 2014 at 1:39 am

      I like this, Donna. Catch and release… for now.

      Reply
  2. Donna says

    August 4, 2014 at 9:08 am

    Glynn, really beautiful. I love how you use the number four throughout…

    Reply
  3. Rosanne Osborne says

    August 4, 2014 at 12:15 pm

    http://poetryhawk.blogspot.com/2014/08/because-we-could.html

    Reply
    • Heather Eure says

      August 11, 2014 at 1:41 am

      I especially liked the last line, Rosanne.
      (smoked fish sounds wonderful, too)

      Reply
  4. James Scott Smith says

    August 4, 2014 at 2:17 pm

    Here’s a fishin’ poem on the metaphorical slant.

    http://dogwalkerjames.wordpress.com/2014/02/08/joe/

    Reply
    • Heather Eure says

      August 11, 2014 at 1:18 am

      Wonderful!

      Reply
  5. Marcy says

    August 4, 2014 at 9:53 pm

    I’ve fished with a man,
    My line tight.
    Reel them in,
    Left and right.
    Only thing he hooked,
    Was my long beautiful neck.
    Walked back to the car,
    Took out my keys.
    Wrote my name,
    Where everyone could see.

    Reply
    • Marcy says

      August 7, 2014 at 6:35 pm

      Really T.S. Poetry friends here,

      He really did hook my neck.
      I had to go get a shot.
      On the way to the car,
      There was a huge snake
      I had to pass.
      This is a true poem.
      Every time we fish,
      I caught the fish and
      He doesn’t.

      Reply
    • Heather Eure says

      August 11, 2014 at 1:33 am

      He caught a prize, didn’t he?

      Reply
  6. Glynn says

    August 5, 2014 at 11:05 am

    So I went fishing, metaphorically speaking. http://faithfictionfriends.blogspot.com/2014/08/im-fishing.html

    Reply
    • Heather Eure says

      August 11, 2014 at 1:38 am

      You made me smile, Glynn. Staying in one place, waiting, silent, steadfast, can leave you numb. Sounds like a good metaphor to me.

      Reply
  7. Prasanta says

    August 7, 2014 at 12:26 pm

    I threw out a line… and here’s what I pulled up.

    http://pathoftreasure.wordpress.com/2014/08/07/casting/

    Reply
    • Heather Eure says

      August 11, 2014 at 1:32 am

      I can relate to time-worn nets. Lovely poem, Prasanta. Thank you!

      Reply
  8. Gin Suan Tung says

    August 8, 2014 at 10:43 am

    Fishing Alone

    Happiness comes before daybreak
    He drifted through, like a cloud of smog
    Gliding into eternity
    The dark-blue lake and the soft, cool breeze
    Fresh smell of fish, water hyacinth and algae
    He halted to anchor the boat, and observed:
    You mustn’t disturb the waters, he said,
    You don’t want to wake up the fishes yet.
    Still, the world is enshrouded
    With a cloak of mystery forever
    Beneath the boat, there are mud and rocks hardened
    Through/by the passage of time and pressure
    Far away, he looked up and saw a pale, shimmering light—
    the morning star;
    Some housewife must have gotten up early, he remarked
    Then he took out the fishing pole, and struck the water (twice!)—
    Splash! Splash! The surface burst out, the boat tossed, and
    bending forward
    He began to collect the stars floating on the flashing waves

    Gin Suan Tung
    August 8, 2014

    from
    http://noschoolpoetry.wordpress.com/2014/08/08/fishing-alone/

    Reply
    • Gin Suan says

      August 8, 2014 at 6:59 pm

      Fishing Alone

      Happiness comes before daybreak
      He drifted through, like a cloud of smog
      Gliding into eternity
      The dark-blue lake and the soft, cool breeze
      Fresh smell of fish, water hyacinth and algae
      He halted to anchor the boat, and observed:
      You mustn’t disturb the waters, he said,
      You don’t want to wake up the fishes yet.
      Still, the world is enshrouded
      With a cloak of mystery forever
      Beneath the boat, there are mud and rocks hardened
      Through/by the passage of time, heat and pressure
      Far away, he looked up and saw a pale, shimmering light—
      the morning star;
      Some housewife must have gotten up early, he remarked
      Then he took out the fishing pole, and struck the water (twice!)—
      Swoosh! Swoosh! The surface burst out, the boat tossed, and
      bending forward
      He began to collect the stars floating on the flashing waves

      Gin Suan Tung
      August 8, 2014

      from
      http://noschoolpoetry.wordpress.com/2014/08/08/fishing-alone/

      Reply
    • Heather Eure says

      August 11, 2014 at 1:28 am

      I like the imagery you’ve created here. Collecting stars…

      Reply
  9. Robbie Pruitt says

    August 9, 2014 at 2:44 pm

    Been Fishing for Me

    The old man and the sea
    Fished into eternity

    I’ve been fishing for me
    Casting constantly
    Waiting endlessly
    For a great catch from this sea

    Hemingway never made it
    To the end of the catch you see
    He was caught by death and despair
    When his line tugged under
    He pulled and fought
    Until his fingers bled
    He was pulled asunder
    Distraught until he was dead

    The old man caught the sea
    And I wonder, “What will become of me?”

    © August 8, 2014, Robbie Pruitt

    Reply
    • Heather Eure says

      August 11, 2014 at 1:26 am

      Life as an epic battle, hooked by life or death, connected by a thin line.

      Reply
      • Robbie Pruitt says

        August 11, 2014 at 9:48 pm

        Right on.

        Reply
  10. Marcy says

    August 10, 2014 at 2:18 pm

    Old Boat

    She’s a dingy for sure,
    Peeling white paint,
    From her wood.
    Water, calm but many colors,
    Today.
    Dark Blue, Deep Purple, Rouge Red,
    Bottomless Black one could say.
    Above sky is full of stars,
    They all begin to fall.
    Stars falling all over me,
    Silver like lightening but
    Beautiful to see.

    Reply
    • Heather Eure says

      August 11, 2014 at 1:21 am

      I think she’s lovely.

      Reply

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