Fall Fishing

A swirl down deep
Dark-green in the black water
An occasional flash
Sun striking the fish
Scales luminous

Blue-white line cuts the surface
Slashing a z-like pattern
Mimicking the frenzy below
Rod bending, resisting
Pulling in a beautiful creation
Quickly released
Vanishing into the darkness

© 2012 Thomas W. Cummins

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6 Responses to “Fall Fishing”

  1. Robyn Lee Says:

    I can envision the exciting scene Tom… beautiful words to explain “that moment” ~ Thank you! ~R

  2. Thomas Says:

    Beautiful. From the time I was a child and couldn’t hold the fishing rod or cane pole by myself, I can remember the images of the bent rod, the commotion in the water, the reflections off fish scales…the excitement. Thanks for a meaningful and well done poem.

    • Tom Says:

      Thank you. We’ve been coming here since the early 50s, and the sensation and thrill never seem to diminish. Two more caught today on a cold lake surrounded by an abundance of brilliant colors. We released them as well.

  3. jalal michael sabbagh Says:

    Good morning Tom,superb poem.l do miss those days .Thank you for stopping by.Regards.jalal

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