Ruby Honeytip

(1970)

Hook Line Thinker


I was reeled in
Not knowing if I was
Swimming...or broken
I swallowed your line
Starving for what you fed me
Dumbstruck and wounded
There was no fight,
No chance that I would not
Succumb to your lures
Maybe here was my chance
To witness saviour
But now I see
You have chosen
To fillet and release
My heart.

And there's plenty more fish in the sea.
For those like you.

Submitted: Sunday, June 30, 2013
Edited: Thursday, July 25, 2013

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  • Bri Edwards (7/11/2013 7:17:00 PM)

    super! one pun is fun; two is double fun; if you use more, .....puns may become your whore!
    the poem does cause one to think, so i accept thinker in the title. how about hook line; stinker? or hook line; sink her? i hope you found a good heart surgeon. love it as a poem. hate it if it happened to you. thanks for sharing. bri (Report) Reply

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