A Fisherman

There goes the fisherman,

With his loved net,

And the boat so that he can,

Catch bounteous fish before the sunset.


He wishes for a friendly river,

For a lucky day,

The wind to be in his favour,

Like the sun’s ray.


Each day waits like the passengers at station his family,

Praying for his life, praying for his safety.  

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The Fisherman

2010-2012 Poems

Woke up before the dawn
And thought about the sea
“I can’t fail now.”
He glanced at the sleeping wife
And 2-month old baby…

He took the net, the lamp
And his old fisherman’s hat
That his deceased grandfather
Passed on to him
When he was a 14-year old boy.

Life is never easy.
But the sea sets him free.
With the the flex of his muscles
The mighty net flew by.
He is the king of this world.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

(c)jerlin 14Nov12; Samila Beach, Thailand

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Ondine: A Tale of the Sea

Narrative Poems

Deep oceans dwelt in her soft cadenced
breathing, and the song of the seagull
strained in her hair, and her eyes had the hues
of the sunset as they sank in the distance
in hazel-brown skies.

She came unexpected, entangled in weeds,
caught in the net of a sad-eyed fisherman,
and her song had the call of the ocean,
and the call of the wave, and was heard

by all creatures that live in the deep:
the fisherman's nets now are crowded galore!
Bass, salmon, and lobster, bewitched by the song
of the girl who came from the sea!

They made love in his cabin, off the west coast
of Ire, the girl from the ocean and the sad-eyed
fisherman. And her sighs were like magic,
like the surf on the beach, and her moans were
like breakers that broke on the cliffs of his heart.

He was caught in the foam of her spell-binding
songs, caught in the strands of her sand-colored
hair, caught in the breeze of her lips, and the fish

in her mouth, as they loved in his cabin off the west
coast of Ire, and the tide of the ocean, and the wind
of the sea, and the sighs of the girl stole right
into his heart.

Now the cabin lies empty, struck by the wind,
and the waves of the ocean, and the tides
of the sea, and a song that bewitches

can be heard in the distance, in hazel-brown
skies, which glow like the eyes of the girl
who came from the sea.

(c) Copyright Jim Valero, 2012.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This poem is written in ballad style. It employs cadence, rather than strict meter, to create evocative rhythms. As you read it aloud, you will notice the cadences and the textures built by sound effects like assonance, alliteration, and so on. Repetition works to create a longing, melancholy feeling in this ballad about a mysterious love by the shores of lovely Ireland.