Writing is Like Fishing, Which is Like Love

The waves keep coming and going. Cormorants and terns. Too many to make a moment of. A heron steps like a feathered model from one pose to the next. A white boat tiny in the distance. I’m looking observant but not seeing much. Can’t smell a thing. Feel the sun sliding down my back, my head poking into dusk. I wait until dark hoping something will sneak up on me.

                      moonlight all the fish lost at sea

5 Responses

  1. MaryJo Says:

    Great haiku–perfect for the prose. I really like it, Bob.

  2. Jill Says:

    I, too, like this one very much!

  3. janewilliams Says:

    'Writing is Like Fishing Which is Like Love' … Yes … the whole piece is a great analogy.

    a gust of wind
    whirs across water
    the heron's wings

  4. seaviewwarrenpoint Says:

    Very nice. The desire to have something sneak up on you in the dark was a striking line and I loved the 'model cormorant'! :)


  5. hammerandtongs Says:

    So rich, the writing. "Feel the sun sliding down my back, my head poking into dusk". And then the dark and with the "moonlight all the fish lost at sea"

    Brought back memories of The Old Man and the Sea.

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