Poem of the Week ~ Fisherman's Luck ~by RoughWaterJohn The Pirate

Fisherman’s Luck   By                           

RoughWaterJohn  The Pirate

‘It's not the tool it seems, but the use that determines its potential.’ This is the unique philosophy as presented by Poet RoughWaterJohn  The Pirate. I found the theme exhibiting antiquated depth of historical references , the majestic creation , the adventurous roaming on the high seas, the thrill of hunting and the human essential desire in nature of possession, reflected superbly in the poetical lines Beautiful analogy of ‘hunt’ and ‘wit’ and charm’ exploited well with the symbols of fish and bait’ and  a possible comparison of ‘life’ in its joys  and  depressions, but there is hope at the end. A lovely poem to enjoy for this special week…

Though fish for love with hook of charm, and bait of Pirate ways

Colors bright and sleek of form, swims near but never stays

Limpid eyes of azure light, laugh and tease this soul

Swims quite near then darts away, leaves heart an ember’d coal

I sit and watch and laugh out loud, as swims in pretty schools

Through flick of fin and wink of eye, it seems all men are fools

I catch her eye and laugh again, she sees and understands

Through charm she holds me under sway, this Pirate’s in her hands

I change the bait and smile again, for hunt is test of skill

I settle back and share my wit, my poets words can thrill

Though sage of age to younger fish, with age comes wisdom’s bite

To steal away from ‘nother fish, there be no need for fight

Neither he nor Pirate me, have any clue to share

She shares her charms with both of us, with naught to do but stare

She tease us both to swim in school, of other pretty fish

Determined be so carry on, soon I’ll have this dish