Tuesday, November 26, 2013

Fishing

At times a few words or moments will fling
A strange shade of light on choices you made
That startle and shackle your steps.

So you ponder as an angler with quietness and thought
Never knowing what from the lake of your depths
Shall pop, float or splatter with mystifying gaze
And tarnish those images you sheltered so long,
Here at the rim of these dark, raven woods
That mock our whirlgig of rides.

Rattled now and awed, I retrace my steps

And search for the charades I had left.

15 comments:

Mary said...

Yes, I do think sometimes we DO pause and think about the choices one has made. Humans are, by nature, reflective & sometimes we do 'retrace our steps' in our mind, wondering how we ended up right HERE.

Enigmatic Soul said...

Wow. This is really good. And what a brilliant, relatable sentiment too. Digging up and bracing ourselves to face our past charades...more than just charades. The sorrows of the past are felt more acutely than the joys.

Loved this. Keep up the good work.

Gillena Cox said...

luv the image of the quiet angler whose thoughts are so profound; have a nice Sunday

much love...

Brian Miller said...

a rather haunting piece...our decisions, when they bubble up, help us see the wrong paths we have found...make us reconsider the path we are on...our choices in many ways determine where we get in life.....solid piece today

madhumakhi said...

Life is all about making and remaking our maps, like M.Scott Peck said. You've conveyed this great wisdom in such a wonderful manner.

Kerry O'Connor said...

I love the way you set this up in the opening stanza, Abin and fishing for truths may provide some startling catches.

Panchali said...

Amazing is this outlet for expression via words on a page...Fantastic read, Abin. I liked the correlation between fishing and writing...and of course, the image of the 'angler' here :)
Beautiful poem, as always!

NataĊĦa Dolenc said...

i like what the images in the beginning do to the reader... very beautiful. makes you think about your decisions.. and have no regrets.

Sumana Roy said...


i love the image of angler,deep lake and raven woods...the mysterious mind...

Sherry Blue Sky said...

I love "never knowing what from the lake of your depths shall pop". An affecting write, Abin.

kaykuala said...

Reflecting on what could have can be most rewarding. It may chart out a better path to the future. Mistakes can be a helpful education. Great write Abin!

Hank

howanxious said...

Interesting. Great imagery and well-penned.
-HA

hyperCRYPTICal said...

What wise words. How so our memories are often charades, coloured in whatever way we have chosen - how often to make them bearable.
Anna :o]

Cressida de Nova said...

All the world's a stage. And all the men and women are mere players
Shakespeare

This would account for all of our charades through life.

Jack said...

I think searching to reexamine the past and present world could bring a lot of tarnishing to long held beliefs. The fishing comparison, all the elements you included, made a truly ponderous point.