The Fisherman by Robin N Bliss He sits on the dock Peering intently into the water Hunched over Rod in hand Line through fingers Waiting A study in concentration The waves are lapping The sky is blue Sun is shining The white sand Yet He sees not the beauty He stares into the water Seagulls fly around Fighting noisily Over food He does not hear them Concentrating Gazing into the water Waiting,waiting,waiting Alone A solitary figure He sits Hoping,hoping,hoping People walk past He does not see A child trips Grazing knee Then cries Mother comforts He does not hear He is deaf and blind To all around Looking and waiting Concentrating intensely Gazing at the ripples Craving for a bite A nibble,a fish So patiently,he waits Tackle by his side Everything ready Nothing disturbs him As he stares into the sea Longing,yearning Will he ever get a bite? An early write 8/8/14
Posted on: Fri, 08 Aug 2014 01:32:09 +0000
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