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The Fire Burns Sep 2016
Shimano reel filled with 14 pound trilene.
St. Croix rod, medium heavy, backbone is mean.
bullet weight slid on the line after run through guides.
teflon coated truturn hook tied on with palomar, ready for the ride.
watermelon lizard on and ready to cast.
flick of the wrist and the lure flies far and fast

Lands on the bank, two inches from the water
crawl it down the side of an old log, hollow.
pulse the rod tip up and down while lifting.
let the lure drop back down, trolling motor keeps us from driftng.
reel up the slack do it again all the way to the boat.
do it again, like dad taught me rote.

We troll on down the bank looking for a likely place
the boat dock up ahead is usually an ace
ease on up, perfect flip under and all the way back
let sink and sit, slowly reel up slack

Bump, then thump, then **** and run
snap the rod tip way up high and fish on.
rod tip down, fish running under dock
drag schreeching, pull back lines not moving just like its locked

Fish jumps on other side, has me wrapped around a piling.
change angles give it a pop, nothing, know the metal is filing
down the line. Please don't break, pop it once again.
the line begins to move and slide, pulled by power of fin.

The fights back on, in open water now
which, fish or angler will be made to cow.
fish goes deep, uh oh nothing but slack.
reel fast now, got to get her back.
fish running right at boat, trying a different tact.

Not the right one, I catch back up and **** once more
the she is, grab the net, worn out from the chore.
off the hook and on the scale, in the live well dunk her.
pull out the phone, TPWD calling share a lunker.

15 pounder in the well headed to the marina
parks and wildlife said that's where to meet her.
off to the Texas fisheries center in Athens to spawn.
back at home few days later relaxing on my lawn.

Package arrives  fiberglass replica  of my fish
awaiting word, if I can live release her, is my wish.
wish granted a few days later, back out in the lake
she tail walks and swims off while cutting a graceful wake.
Monique Isom Oct 2014
Do you feel us slowly driftng apart?
The days go by and new habits start.
With each little habit there's a difference or similarity,
And between us, this glue, is giving up on me and you.
The ones that pull you away, you'll realize one day, that these were
The ones in which you changed for,
revealed, and rearranged for,
the ones in which you admired,
and their acceptance; you desired.
They're the ones who've caused you great dire,
and in my heart, a wrath of fire.

Those everlasting memories we tell,
can leave us to burn in hell,
for the one i trusted so well,
has caused me to retreat in my shell.*
Do you feel us slowly *drifting a   p     a          r           t?
Drifton A Way Dec 2020
Envisioning the day and that pure feeling captured by Completing
I'm at the post apocalyptic book signing, chatting up fans, Greeting
All the new faces, places, fame, fortune, there's very limited Seating
No time to breathe, your fifteen minute dream is up, life is Fleeting

And then you awake, to find yourself at the back of a cargo ship
Cheap worldwide vacation cruise, where I'll focus and get a grip
Reality was never too good to me, just a meaningles radar's blip
Now I can finally focus and write that perfect script on this Trip

Drip...Drip....Drip...

Distractions creep in my mind, what's that smell? A familiar Stink
Deep penetrating pungent stench, a repugnant reminder to Think
Delve into the details, my eyes grow blurry, but before I can Blink
Dawn is gone, and darkness is upon us as the ship begins to Sink

Precious cargo plunging to the bottom of the sea, I clasp to a Crate
Driftng away, I cannot help but ponder if I've decided my own Fate
Always on the cusp, right on the brink, this time it may be too Late
Gazing into Dusk, falling asleep, the devil will never Procrastinate
Inspiration is but a dream like a hollywood action scene of caffeine rushing through your veins with a temporary plea of insane helping to free the creation grain to sprout an idea into conception and help us briefly feel like the Exception.

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