Death On a Tuesday

~Death On a Tuesday~


Went fishing today. It's been a while. Couple years.

The Snake River just above Shoshone Falls resembles a pond

more than my idea of a river. Just kind of sits there.


Fished a few hours. Caught one. 

A small whitefish. It took the hook deep in its throat.

I pulled the hook out with needle-nose pliers, then released it.


The fish made attempts to swim on its back. A calm, northwest breeze

casually pushed it towards shore several yards from where I stood.

I didn't see it die. 



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saiom's picture

  You won't kill flies. You


You won't kill flies. You rescue hummingbirds. Fishing bothers you.



Cascade's picture

You sure know how to say alot

You sure know how to say alot very quickly and effectively.

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Sorry I didn't respond earlier. I rarely see when a poem recieves a cooment. Glad the poem works wel for you.

"There is no good writing, only good editing."

patriciajj's picture

Perfection. This deceptively

Perfection. This deceptively tranquil scene did its job with a shrewed subtlety that was far more powerful than any metaphor or word play could accomplish. I felt for the helpless creature that only wanted to live its life. 


A gracefully composed statement of the connection we all share as living beings. I absolutely love this. 

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Glad the poem works so well for you

Sorry I didn't respond sooner. I never know when someone comments on my poems. I find them by mistake. Thanks again for the kind words.

"There is no good writing, only good editing."