I love to go fishing for poems,
out into the world with no agenda
and follow my nose, walk or drive
or sometimes even dance
to where I can feel
the poems will be biting.
Then all I need to do
is sit there lazy
with a line
tied to my bare foot,
and they come, they come,
eager for the bait
of my unbusied mind,
knowing they are safe,
that I will give them back
more lovely than ever,
pristine
as the day God made them.
Yes! That's my strategy, or non-strategy, of selecting reading material too. Then again there's selection by name, knowing that their pieces are GOING to be top notch. Guess who falls into that cateogory. :) Love the relaxed tone of this.. a serene and erudite piece. t x
The 'unbusied mind' - the perfect breeding place for poetic inspiration. That state of hyper-awareness - not quite in or out of touch with reality, where all things are possible. You have turned a light-hearted little offering into a real piece of brilliance. Which only goes to show that those with pure talent can make a masterpiece out of something as simple as fishing! Linda
Agree with Amanda there. Looks like you've been fishing today: -) Clair x
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You present your poems in such an unvarnished, accessible way Max - which makes them quite delightful. The fishing metaphor is wonderful. I recall a book called the Tao of Pooh in which the author (whose name escapes me) explains his process of writing like this. I just let the book write itself and keep up as best as I can. Perhaps your fishing with an 'unbusied mind' is something like this. love, Allie xxxx