Thursday, January 10, 2013

Patience


Image: Hank with a whopper ( at least to me it was!)

It was late afternoon
The heat of the day still
beating down on us. The sea
was calm. The sky was clear
in bluish hues with white clouds
drifting leisurely by. It looked
to be so inviting. The beach was
filled with the shrieks and laughter
of the youngsters, stragglers from the
crowd barely minutes ago. It would
be quiet shortly with dusk approaching.

We put out to sea in the middle of
the night. The heavens above was full
of twinkling stars. A slight sea breeze
playfully rocked the boat a little.

We shone the torch-lights into the
crystal clear waters. That was one way
to attract the squids to the surface
which were scooped up as bait

Light waves kept lapping the sides
of the boat to a regular rhythm.
It rocked us in time preventing
us from having a shut-eye.

The night was uneventful with
just small bites. The regular rocking
was a bother. It was frustrating
and the night was long

The break of dawn was the clincher.
Bites galore, what a whopper!

Night fishing was a test of patience
Saving the best for last!

Note: Victoria invited us 'to write a descriptive poem in which
images are used to describe a feeling, a person, an object
using primarily surroundings. Every adjective in the poem refers
to its surroundings, not to the thing itself'

Written for d'Verse, where Victoria is hosting at Meeting the Bar - The Medium is the Message

23 comments:

  1. Oh it is indeed a whopper, Hank, as is your happy smile! Loved the poem......felt the rocking......

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  2. nice...great catch man...i do enjoy fishing...have been night fishing...not so much recently thought river bank fishing does require its patience as well...

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  3. Yes, it is a whopper. And an apt title for this wonderful poem. I've never fished at night, but very, very early in the morning. And I seem to catch minnows. But it's been a long, long time. A great exercise in patience (that's probably why I haven't fished. Not my strong suit.)

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  4. Great story in poetic manner. Great catch!! Which year was this Hank?

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    1. Mama Tim,
      Would you believe it, 1989! How time flies!

      Hank

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  5. I think I was there watching....
    Enjoyed!

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  6. ..now that is a great fishing story and the proof is in the photo! Good description of fishing at night ;)

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  7. Interesting poem, Hank. I think it would really be hard to spend the dark of night in a boat....test of patience indeed. You scooped up squid for bait (you mentioned), but what kind of fish is this that you caught? (I will check back here later for the answer.) You look proud and not tired at all. Ha ha!

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    1. That's a grouper, Mary! Very common in our waters. The squids would surface to meet the lights. We just scooped them up using little nets, cut little pieces and attached these to the hooks. It was not as messy as worms and more hygienic!

      Hank

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    2. Thanks, Hank. I do like grouper. I have had fresh grouper in Florida...and perhaps other places, but I remember specifically there. Using squid for bait sounds like a good idea, though I couldn't stand being the one to cut. Ha.

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    3. I get more squeamish having to handle worms in fresh water fishing. For sea fishing we often use prawns or squids or we purchase sea cucumbers before setting out.

      Hank

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  8. Great story telling Hank ~ That must have been quite an experience, a whopper prize after a night of fishing ~

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  9. One big arse fish indeed, you caught at your feed. Such a scene would surely see how ones patience holds out. I hate the flies that are usually about.

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  10. Light waves kept lapping the sides
    of the boat to a regular rhythm.
    It rocked us in time preventing
    us from having a shut-eye.

    ... I don't think I'd have the stomach nor the courage for night fishing.

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  11. I love when you guys take on these challenges. It shows just how talented you truly are, Hank. What an amazing catch and also an amazing verse!

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  12. I love how you described the boat rocks at night. Soothing. Your poem reminds me of my "The Fisherman" poem for one of the other poetry prompts. Nicely done! Nice catch :)

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  13. What a fish - worth the wait. Quite an excursion. Wish I had been there, my husband, too! Nicely told.

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  14. ..aww...a great catch Hank...i had never tried fishing before though i've always wanted to...a night of patience was totally worthwhile...and this pic was a treasure of a proudest you... excellent write & a great experience...thank you for sharing..smiles...

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  15. Nice catch Hank. really great job setting up and then delivering the story. When i was younger my father and I would go fishing along the breakwall at midnight for musky and other pike. In a way brought back those thoughts. Rarely were we lucky to catch any of the larger fish though, but funny how you mention the best bites coming as the morning came, I remember it that way as well. Thanks.

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  16. OH boys and their fish stories.Gorgeous pic Hank. Well done!

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  17. Apt descriptions, but I wished you'd described the fish - you could really have let yourself go!

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  18. I used to fish. I think patience was the major lesson of the sport. I like your poem. You really captured the feeling.

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