Sad, sad, Fisher Soul - a Poem for Friday Writings
What I saw
Walking along the beach one day
I happened on a fisher soul
Catching a lot of fish that day
Poor soul was throwing back a lot
Big ones, long, person was throwing
And keeping much, much, smaller fish
I asked our soul why doing that
Soul shrugged foolishly, frying pan
A nine inch skillet's all I have
It's just right for the smaller fish
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- Photo and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2022, All Rights Reserved
- I am linked with Rosemary with Friday Writings #33 at
- Rosemary has asked us to respond to the phrase ‘Dream big’.
- Ten lines, eighty syllables for her.
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Labels: Fish, Food, Friday Writings, Story, Story Poem, Syllabic Form
posted by Jim @ 6/30/2022 11:45:00 PM
9 comments
9 Comments:
Well, you dreamed up a thought-provoking little piece with big implications! Thanks, Jim.
You got me! Nice punchline.
Hey it makes sense to only keep in our live what we have room for.
Makes sense to stay within his frame of reference. However there migh come a day when creativity drives him to cut the fish to fit the pan. We all have our different rates of growing
Nice one
Thanks for dropping by my blog
Much💚love
At least he realised his dream Jim, of making use of the small skillet.
Hank
Silly fisher! :)
Makes sense. But he still can cut the fish, unless he didn't have a knife.
There is much to be said about doing our best with what life (and fishing) offers.
Lots of wisdom in this one Jim ... we oldies know.
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