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While Fishing One Day
by Eddie Thompson

Wednesday, October 08, 2003

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(A fishing trip to relax from the pressures of work turns serious, forcing our fisherman back to the safety of his busy work day.)

I went fishing this morning; I felt the need to get away;
The rat-race kept on turning, though, without me for the day.
My bait was unsuccessful, but nature's lure pulled me in.
I sank into a quiet lull in the still of summer's wind.

"Appearances are everything," the thought invaded my rest.
I ceased to hear the crickets sing or the robin's soft request.
Beneath the luring silence the darkness cried to be heard;
the stillness masked a violence. I grew dizzy, and I squirmed.


The planet is in chaos, hurling through the open space,
and twisting on its axis on a never ending chase,
churning round and round the sun at speeds I could not dream,
the roar must drown out everyone; Would I be heard if I dared scream?

I thought of other fishing holes where men escape to find themselves.
I thought of other hurting souls, as my tears began to swell.
The roar of a billion hurts filled my ears as I stopped to pray.
So, I hurried back to work; I felt the need to get away.

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Reviewed by Glen Lovelace 3/3/2004
You've written much good poetries, Eddie. Why this one for comment?

. . .it takes a fisherman to know one!

I-Mage Glen
Reviewed by Judith Pleasant 2/11/2004
Good write.
Reminds me of when I was younger and the calm that I found in going fishing. "Yeah, women like to go fishing too." It appears you can't find the peace and quiet you so desire. Just chill( or float as I call it) and reach inside and God will help you to find that inner quiet time you need.
Blessings,
Judith
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