The moon glints across the water.
On the distant road,
trucks pass like great beasts with lights bright.
The mountains form a silhouette,
and lines are in the lagoon,
but the fish don’t bite.
That’s okay,
a tranquil day,
followed by a tranquil sight.
I bring home no prize.
Not a thing to cheer,
but for that sight, of fishing at night.
Poetry
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This poem brings me calm. I imagine sitting in a boat without a care in the world. Hoping to catch a fish but not disappointed if I don’t. You do a really nice job of setting up the scene and letting it envelop the reader.
I’m kind of just going on a binge of your work now. lol.
Thank you so much for the wonderful complement! I sincerely appreciate it! 🙂