Treasure Island

Valsa George


Angling


Stung by an angling fad
He took a fishing rod
And sallied onto the nearby stream
That leapt down a rocky shelf
Forming small cascades
But running down into plain ground
With a placid demure face
Uttering soft murmurs sweet

Aiming at the darting Trout
That made the still waters into spiraling whirls
He swished the rod in the air
With the alacrity of a practiced bowler

Looking at the line sinking low
He waited for the fish to nibble at the bait
Meanwhile, inhaling the salubrious air
And watching the limpid movement of the stream

As the hook line went taut in his grip
Hopefully he pulled it up

But alas! With no booty to boast!

Patiently he sat there for hours
Like a sculptured God upon a rock
Oh! It requires immense patience
With adroitness to boot
To be an angler, no doubt
That sure is a sedate man’s pursuit!

Angling rarely fetches any major luck
Except now and then a fresh fish upon one’s plate

Yet following one’s heart’s pursuit
Is worth more than all tangible reward it brings!

Submitted: Friday, June 28, 2013
Edited: Friday, June 28, 2013

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  • Deepak Kumar Pattanayak (8/26/2014 12:54:00 PM)

    This poem reminds me Ernest Hemingway's the old man and the sea where the old man has gone 84 days
    without a fish despite being confident that his unlucky streak will one day come to its end displaying his patience,
    diligence and perseverance......and same is the case with the angler here......the piece so beautifully scripted with beautiful words definitely appealed me the most.......Valsa......10/10 (Report) Reply

  • Patricia Grantham (7/3/2013 2:25:00 PM)

    This is a well written poem Valsa. Fishing is a sport that I
    seldom take part in. After reading your well thought out poem
    I may decide to go fishing. Even if I don't catch anything I
    would have enjoyed the sport. Don't depend on me to bring
    home any fish for dinner. (smile) . Enjoyed. (Report) Reply

  • Thomas A Robinson (7/1/2013 2:24:00 AM)

    Being an avid tournament fisherman I have to agree with you,
    patience is priceless and the pursuit is everything (Report) Reply

  • Shahzia Batool (6/30/2013 3:26:00 AM)

    Struggle is valued more than success in life! ! !

    Suggestive & indicative title, skilfully carried till the closing lines... years back, this word was added to my learning, i remember the line as i teach it...

    I am angling now
    though you perceive me not
    how I give line...
    ....from Shakespeare....

    then i read about Santiago - the fisherman, then the real lesson i got...the same lesson which i found in these last lines of yours...

    Emily says almost a similar msg in different colors as she says Success is counted sweetest:
    Not one of all the purple Host
    Who took the Flag today
    Can tell the definition
    So clear of Victory

    Yours is a deep poem about life and its struggles! ! ! (Report) Reply

  • Anthony Di''anno (6/29/2013 7:47:00 AM)

    Your final two lines sum up the experience perfectly Valsa. As in life and love it's not the reward that matters, it's just the actual taking part. (Report) Reply

  • David Wood (6/29/2013 5:51:00 AM)

    I see anglers when I walk around my local lake, they don't seem to catch anything. I think the fish know they are there. (Report) Reply

  • Yasmeen Khan (6/28/2013 11:02:00 AM)

    You have used a symbolism of fishing very impressively to convey a message: 'immense patience with adroitness'. The illustration makes your point very clear and the last two lines sums it up well. (Report) Reply

  • Dinesh Nair (6/28/2013 8:35:00 AM)

    ...... I see the plight of the small fish hapless as well
    That`s finished at the angler`s resoluteness.
    I remain with a stoic silence that wraps my mind up
    But no poetry is to follow its vain state, I assure you Valsa. (Report) Reply

  • Tirupathi Chandrupatla (6/28/2013 6:32:00 AM)

    Oh! It requires immense patience
    It is a test for patience and an environment to enjoy nature. They always talk about the one that got away. Beautiful poem. (Report) Reply

  • Pradip Chattopadhyay (6/28/2013 3:15:00 AM)

    Crafted so nicely Valsa. See them waiting motionless meditative suddenly coming to life at the slightest movement of the rod. A great idea for a poem. (Report) Reply

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