they know very little how to love their catch
arms stretched out across plastic lines
bobbing up and down,
stretching up and around
feathered hooks and colored flags
staring from sunrise
to sunset
in the glitter of rippling galaxies
embracing shadows of distant streams
they learn to love their catch
only after mounting
the orgasmic net of primal screams
Axilea
asa
I won't even mention about the "bobbing up and down"
we are all adults here though...
I think her ostrich boa got in the way
and her sparkling eyes shadow smeared onto
the decorated soldier's uniform who stopped in for a drink
yeah he was caught up in her fish nets for sure, for sure
...a sinners delight
Vickie
Chip Bergeron
in the glitter of rippling galaxies
staring from sunrise
Quite a meaningful stanza
Enjoyed! <)
Blessings,
+Linda
Lady Mary Ann
Regis
BUT Loved your poem!!!!
Lady Vivian
Take care,
Sherry
s
I'm sure if fish could scream, they would from the way we catch them and torture them–drowning them by bringing them out of the water into the air.
Ron
Loved this one
Love and Light
Lily
This is a mind bender for sure. I know it's not about fishing, but it is however about finding something/someone that you love, not knowing what to do with it, and casting it aside. The "less" was confusing for a minute but now it is crystal clear.
Sometimes all the fish in the world doesn't make you happy until that special one is caught and knowing what to do with it, certainly changes your life.
I would love to go fishing and find the fish of my dreams in that orgasmic net of primal screams...
Much peace, light and love,
Amber