Thomas Hooker

I Was A Fisherman - Poem by Thomas Hooker

The spinning reel burns,
the pole swings
forward, as a line is cast out,
fools troll for lost days found,
for I was a fisherman many years ago.

Into the nights reflection,
glistening diamonds
move deeper into cold water,
seasons pass and
children grow old,
for I was a fisherman many years ago.

Roads dissect before they merge,
turning into separate lives,
each novel unto them self,
moving together with the wind,
ending up in a new place,
for I was a fisherman many years ago.

Along a birch path,
I traveled back to the twin lakes, where an
old man navigated this forest again,
who is this child of years,
understanding my time,
yes, I was a fisherman many years ago.

Topic(s) of this poem: nature

Form: Prose Poem

Poet's Notes about The Poem

Fishing as a metaphor

Comments about I Was A Fisherman by Thomas Hooker

  • Abdulrazak Aralimatti (3/28/2015 11:28:00 PM)

    well expressed indeed. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, March 28, 2015

Poem Edited: Saturday, March 28, 2015

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