The Hooked Fisherman Poem by Chris Tuscano Harris
The Hooked Fisherman
A mellifluous patter broke the silence in my mind
Speckles of rain graced my forehead as the clouds began to unwind
A bucolic trance set the ambiance as my rod began to quiver
Alas a bite, my hands began to shiver
An Ineffable feeling gripped me with pleasure
The moist droplets on my eyelashes glistened like treasure
A petrichor fragrance explodes through the air
This moment in time not a thing do I care
A sussorous melody as the heavens hit the lake
If I fell asleep I wish for this each time I wake
The rain isn't bad it is beautiful and pure
Excuse me a moment look there goes my lure
A sublime take on the fisherman's hook! Creative wording and impressive diction. Pls do review my latest poem too.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/16/2024 3:33:49 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I was reading this and thinking of the times when I've sat in the sun and made myself comfortable. Out comes the wine and sandwiches. Then Oh Lor! I face the inconvenience of having a bite. I don't know why, but when I reached the end of this poem, I had an uncontrollable urge to laugh. Gotta go now :) Excuse me a moment look there goes my lure