We are cradled by gentle waves,
writing our names in aquamarine water.
Low tide, high tide, slack tide,
the chum rings the dinner bell,
rods standing, waiting for the challenge.
Are we using the right bait?
Are we at the right place?
We sing songs we have forgotten,
there's a flow, there's a dance,
we cast, and then we wait,
we learn from trial and error.
Such a peaceful feel ~ cradled by your words.
ReplyDeletei think we will always also those questions...very introspective...the chum gives it a harder edge...among the peace of the moment...
ReplyDeleteI especially love this line 'writing our names in aquamarine water'
ReplyDeleteLike most things we try to leave a mark in ever-changing surroundings
so true...we do learn indeed from our mistakes...
ReplyDeletehappy day ~
This had a lovely flow, ayala. Yes, life is a lot like fishing and making adjustments as we figure out what works and what doesn't.
ReplyDeleteYou can learn a lot of what is worth knowing from fishing!
ReplyDelete"Are we at the right place?" Important question to always keep in mind.
ReplyDelete"We sing songs we have forgotten"
ReplyDeleteLove this line and the images it conjures up for me, personally, of fishing with my papa as a child. What I learned about patience and perseverance then continue to serve me well now.
Adrienne, how sweet of you to say.
ReplyDeleteBrian...yes..we always ask those questions....just like in life it takes some figuring out.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Sara. :)
ReplyDeleteHappy day, Heaven.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Talon. I agree :)
ReplyDeleteTrue, Mama Zen.
ReplyDeleteRudri, it is important in fishing as it is in life.
ReplyDeleteKelly, fishing does that....I love it !
ReplyDeleteInteresting comparison.
ReplyDeletelovely piece, Ayala
ReplyDeleteso very beautiful to sing these forgotten songs again...
ReplyDeleteTrue hindsight is 20/20 and all we can do is learn.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Wolfsrosebud. :)
ReplyDeleteThank you, Luke. :)
ReplyDeleteClaudia, it's amazing how I used to know them by heart and now I find myself forgetting the words....
ReplyDeletePat, life is learning until we die.
ReplyDeleteThose beginning two lines were so perfect. They really pulled me in. And, I'm thankful for being able to learn from trial and error :)
ReplyDeleteayala, i have missed your posts. it is my fault, not yours. such sweet words and gentle feelings.
ReplyDeleteAugust was made for taking up challenges, especially ones where the errors are likely to be as much fun as the trials.
ReplyDeletei think you've really captured a tidal rhythm in this piece. really like the lines:
ReplyDelete"We sing songs we have forgotten,
there's a flow, there's a dance,"
i'm off to float in some gentle waves, myself :)
Thank you, Lori. :)
ReplyDeleteThank you, Kate. :)
ReplyDeleteI agree, Melissa. :)
ReplyDeleteThank you, Leslie. Enjoy the waves.... :)
ReplyDeleteWhat a great take on trial and error. What's actually fascinating about this is it mimics life.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Keia. It does :)
ReplyDeletewe are cradled in gentle wave, writing our names in aquamarine water, so true, so beautiful.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Oceangirl.
ReplyDeleteNever been fishing myself...but I can certainly appreciate the language here, and the piece is certainly applicable to life at large. Good bit of introspection. "Cradled in gentle wave" - marvelous.
ReplyDeleteThis poem is very visual and has a cadence that makes it read smoothly. Great Centus!
ReplyDeleteNamaste..........cj
I'm with Mama Zen - you do learn a lot from fishing! :)
ReplyDeleteThank you, Chris. I hope you get to fish one day, it's really awesome.
ReplyDeleteThank you, cj.
ReplyDeleteMel, I am with both of you :)
ReplyDeleteTrial and error often times give results. As long as no material mistakes occur it is ok. Beautiful poem!
ReplyDeleteI love the line about singing songs we have forgotten. I've done that quite a lot lately. Lyrics I forgot, come back! Buried deep within forever.
ReplyDeleteYour poetry and blog continues to make me smile with my heart, Ayala. I hope we will always be blogging buddies!!
xoxo
My children have discovered fishing this summer, so I'm totally with you with the metaphor. No idea if I'm using the right bait, sometimes I don't catch a thing.
ReplyDelete'we cast and wait we learn from trial and error' beautiful piece!
ReplyDeletethought provoking serene and beautiful :)
ReplyDeletewe can, we can. But do we? Nice write, Ayala. I want gentle waves...
ReplyDeleteThank you, Jannie. This is a sweet comment and we will. xoxo.
ReplyDeleteLauren, I hope you enjoy it :) it's an art that takes time :)
ReplyDeleteThank you, Hope. :)
ReplyDeleteThank you, Baishali :)
ReplyDeleteLuke, gentle ways are therapy :)
ReplyDeleteThank you, Hank . :)
ReplyDeleteI missed this prompt but i like what you did with it, ayala. I want obe cradled by gentle waves.
ReplyDeleteNice flow... and interesting topic.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Belinda. :) I love the ocean, it's my therapy.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Wolfsrosebud. :)
ReplyDeleteWell, I just had to come back and check, of course.
ReplyDelete:)
Glad to hear!!!
xoxo
:) Jannie.
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