April 20, 2022 - write a poem that anthropomorphizes a kind of food.
Lines that Bind
A gem of a day
warm enough
that I shuck my jacket
cool enough
that beads of perspiration
don't blind me
as I cast and reel
cast and reel
warm enough
that I shuck my jacket
cool enough
that beads of perspiration
don't blind me
as I cast and reel
cast and reel
The rod dips sharply
and my line quickly feeds out
It's a perfect fight
but I finally exhaust
my prey
As I reel in
I see submission
and surrender
as the fish yields to the line's tautness
it's eyes close
in a heartbreaking show of defeat
The win feels shallow
As I release my dinner, it glances back
The smug look seems to say
"works every time"
("Fish are friends, not food." - If you know, you know :)
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