August 18, 2013

Shadow Fishing






















Shadow Fishing
By John Greenwood 

August evening shadows 
ripple softly 
father and sons casting lines 
in anticipation of that last big bite 
to quell the tale of the one that got away
these are moments engrained 
as boys into men they grow 
so too those shadows follow
drifting alongside 
lapping quiet water sounds 
upon the bow
leaving fond reflections 
of time spent together
casting shadows
                         shadows
                                  shadows



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  1. MargaretAugust 18, 2013 at 10:50 PM

    so too those shadows follow
    drifting alongside
    lapping quiet water sounds...

    I am hosting a poetry challenge next week at Imaginary Garden with Real Toads and it will center around "quiet" poems. This one I consider a quiet poem... just lovely.

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    1. Raining IguanasAugust 19, 2013 at 3:13 AM

      Since I have been lack in submitting and writing poems this will be a good place to rejoin the wagon train.

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    2. MargaretAugust 26, 2013 at 12:59 PM

      Hey... you can submit this to Open Link Monday over at the "Imaginary Garden with Real Toads". It is Open Link night :) ... my challenge was last Friday - but I do love this poem.

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  2. CharlotteAugust 19, 2013 at 12:06 PM

    I really loved this poem as well, could almost hear the water lapping, the sun quietly setting, the perfect ending of a day like no other. I also had a memory of my father's wading boots with the huge suspenders that hung under our basement stairs. I was so scared of the bodiless man! as a little girl and would not venture down those stairs alone.

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  3. AnonymousAugust 26, 2013 at 7:28 PM

    Ah - a very sweet poem - I love the word play here - the casting and the shadows and there is also light and catching too - it is quite magical - thanks. k.

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  4. AnonymousAugust 26, 2013 at 7:58 PM

    loved the end... and nothing sweeter than family relationships

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  5. MargaretAugust 26, 2013 at 10:19 PM

    Glad you linked up. I'm making the rounds tomorrow morning as "back to school" wore me out today :) Your writing in general is always poetic to my ear :)

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  6. Sherry Blue SkyAugust 26, 2013 at 11:12 PM

    The photo, the setting of the scene, the poem - an idyllic life being described here. Sigh. Just lovely.

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  7. Vandana SharmaAugust 27, 2013 at 3:53 AM

    beautiful memories

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  8. Kerry O'ConnorAugust 27, 2013 at 11:56 AM

    I love the shape of this poem and all the shadows, shadows, shadows.

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  9. Abin ChakrabortyAugust 27, 2013 at 1:54 PM

    fond filial lines.may the memories remain alive and brighten future moments.

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  10. UnknownAugust 28, 2013 at 9:46 PM

    Love this John. Especially the echoing shadows.

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