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Name: l3lessed

Friday, October 24, 2008

Thoughts.
"Fly Fishing"
The fly moves above the cool crystal
clear water that rushes past my legs,
a prey hidden underneath taunting.
With another gentle flick the fly
moves before coming to rest on top
of the water. The current slowly
pulling it under the shade of draping
Manzanita Branches. The trees rustle
in the cool mountain breeze.

With a flash of rainbow, the fly is pulled
under the depths into an ice covered grave;
the jaws of the prey devouring it
to the squeal of the reel.

The sky becomes the land as
I hold the rainbow in my hand;
the rainbow is too brilliant to capture,
and in a splash, the land becomes the sky again.

Still my waning faith’s tested,
with yet another gentle flick,
the fly moves once again.

Opinion
This is a piece I did for my advanced creative writing poetry course. I overall really enjoyed it and got some good feedback. This is the updated version of the poem. I hope you enjoy it very much. It is from a very personal experience for me.

Recommended Listening
Album: "It's a Wonderful Life" By: Sparklehorse
Song: "Sea of Teeth"

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