The sun struggles to rise
The water is flat
The stillness of the air
Casting blindly
Instinctively know where it lands
Let it sink into the depths
Invade a secret
Slow movement
The soft under tow pulls
A grip tightens
Give and take increases
Angle diverges
One last powerful pull
Culminating into a
Crescendo of panting
And smiles








Your fishing is different from mine.😉
You sure you went to the right place? ☺️
I never knew fishing could be so much fun…
Yes it is😁
Brilliantly penned, Fia. This was a clever and sexy write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
Thank you, Damian 😊
Catch anything?
Yes the fish called the big O. Lol
Thanks Keith
Did you use bait? Hahaha
A beautifully written piece! “)
I did use bait (wink)
Sounds very therapeutic 😌 hehe
It is…I just need to hold that rod tight;))
Damn! Fia, you caught me off guard with that hahahaha 😆 😂
All I could do was smile at the cleverness of this allegorical vibe.
One of my favorite poetic alleys.
Sexy, sexy
Naaj
I made you smile? Great.
Thank you, Naaj
🫠
Oh that smile says a lot at the end.
Well done Fia.
Thank you,Wally;))