All Of The Sun And Most Of The Light Comments

i'm not a fisherman, daniel, but i can assert most vigorously i more relate to the blue hat one. nice description here. and, once again, i'm reminded of my own poem sabbath reverie. to hamlet's to be or not to be i'd point out the pleasures on pleasures in this life, including the taking in of scenes before us when weather and leisure conspire together. nice, daniel. glen

The title of this piece caught my eye, and pulled me in like a mirror lure on a sunny afternoon. I love the counterplay of precision with imprecision, initiated in the count of the boats, reinforced in measurements, and reflected again in the contrast of the two fishermen. The suggestion that there is more light at play here than sunlight left me asking, What other light? . Here we have a fisherman who casts his line out and accepts his fate, and another who pursues his fate with determination of a hungry predator. Could light represent knowledge, and the first fisherman willing to accept that which comes passively, unaware that there is a greater and fuller understanding of the world that might only be obtained by purposeful, aggressive pursuit? Or has the glare of the sun off the water magnified the intensity of the effect of this beer on my brain?

This poem is a wonderful example of your eye for graphic details! I see before me Daniel lazily relaxing, sitting by the side of the crowded dock of Lake Harriet studying the'figures' of moving humans (must be of beautiful ladies!) His eyes are directed to the boats anchored across the coast, counting them, also watching the moving canoe with two fishermen, one so focussed in his mission and the other lazily sprawling in the sunlight and sleeping! The fish caught jumping back to safe waters and disappearing is a lively picture! I could even hear its sloshing! Enjoyed much!

1st time visitor to your site and this is the first poem that I've read of yours, drawn here by a compliment Rachel gave you in Forums on the quality of your comments. You indeed count boats like the fisherman in the blue hat, both of you content with all of the sun and most of the light, the absence of 'profit' no problem. Nice write! You might enjoy a similar poem of mine that also pulls the reader into it's picture called 'Yuliya's Father's Cottage.' As for me, now that that I'm in your pond, I think that I'll fish for a while!