By the bay,
on cement cracked by weeds,
people sit like gulls fishing in dying daylight.
Fish bite, get taken, tossed, have one last
gulp and die.
Watch fish startled by air. Watch weeds bend beneath thin legs.
Watch gull-like people throw another line,
drown another beer,
unfazed.
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when you look at it that way its pretty brutal…the taking of life without reverence or thougth…
when you look at it that way its pretty brutal…the taking of life without reverence or thougth…
Thought-provoking piece.
Thought-provoking piece.
An uncentimental approach to a dying scape– evocative piece. ~peace, Jason
An uncentimental approach to a dying scape– evocative piece. ~peace, Jason
thank you all for reading~ 🙂
thank you all for reading~ 🙂
An interesting perspective on fishing. I have always found it to be a centering activity although I rarely use bait and rarely keep what I catch. I would hope that once the fish were served up, the fisherman would say a prayer of thanks for the sacrifice. Crisp, succinct and thought provoking.
An interesting perspective on fishing. I have always found it to be a centering activity although I rarely use bait and rarely keep what I catch. I would hope that once the fish were served up, the fisherman would say a prayer of thanks for the sacrifice. Crisp, succinct and thought provoking.
Thanks Beth! When I wrote this, I was just struck by the scene of the fish so casually tossed to die on the sidewalk by all these fishermen. I eat all kinds of seafood so my reaction took me by surprise!
Thanks Beth! When I wrote this, I was just struck by the scene of the fish so casually tossed to die on the sidewalk by all these fishermen. I eat all kinds of seafood so my reaction took me by surprise!
Poetry by JC Snyder 
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