Fishing for Myth: Poems by Heid E. Erdrich by Heid E. ErdrichBecause of my affinity for story, myth, legend, fairy tale I particularly enjoyed this collection. Because Erdrich and I share a geographical heritage I could relate to and recognize images and ideas in her poems and that is one of the pleasures of poetry. The connections.
These are the ones I liked best of all:
True Myth (p13)
Origin of Poem (p14)
Sweeping Heaven (p17)
Breaking and Entering (p18)
One Girl (p22)
The Pond (p33)
Fat in America (p35)
Sweet Short (p40)
Sex in the Desert (p41)
Short Hand (p55)
The Widows Grove (p64)
I am hope to read more of her work.
Just wondered if anyone out there knows of a poem that celebrates coarse fishing [UK] riverside or lakes, not fly fishing or trout or carp Dad never one to go after them We're here to provide physical, financial and emotional support. So whatever cancer throws your way, we're right there with you. Contact us. Also operating in Northern Ireland. A company limited by guarantee, registered in England and Wales company number
Dreams drift away like leaves on the water. They roll down the river and slip out of sight. Too many times we do what we ought. Put off 'til tomorrow what we'd really rather do tonight, And later realize:. Time passes by, people pass on. At the drop of a tear, they're gone.
I grew up in the state which prides itself as the land of ten thousand lakes. Many of my childhood summers included week-long stays a couple of hours north of my home with my grandparents, who owned a resort on Lake Mille Lacs, now embattled over dwindling counts of its famous walleye. My grandfather took guests out on a launch boat for fishing outings, but when my cousins and siblings and I were around, he rented a pontoon at a smaller neighboring lake that was stocked with sunnies so he could take us all out at once, without fear of one of us overzealous young fisherpersons overturning the boat. Zeal was never his greatest challenge when it came to having me on his boat; rather, the challenge was wheedling me into removing a fish from the hook, which I still say would be made easier if the fish would close its eyes and hold its breath, or at minimum, stop breathing from outside its body. In the absence of a boat, and a fish wriggling on the line, fishing poems offer a fine relaxing substitute. Water-flesh gleamed like mica: orange fins, red flankspots, a char shy as ginseng, found only in spring-flow gaps, the thin clear of faraway creeks no map could name.
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Travis Smith - Fishing in the sky (Memorial rememberance)
God give me strength to catch a fish, So big that even I, When telling of it afterward, Have no need to lie. The line is whipped with deft finesse It sails with graceful ease Near reeds exposed, and tangled roots Just missing willowed trees. The first bite starts the tingled thrill All time is stopped in place No sound or movement, not a breath This single-focused face. A stronger tug, the pole is flicked The hook so cleanly set The game goes on with line kept tight The prize steered toward the net. The feeling of accomplishment It saturates your soul Where skill and silent patience Are the answer to the goal. You may not get another bite For hours through the day But Nature's sweet serenity Is often why you stay.
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