I grip its tail, hammock its back,
and swing its head down with a crack
on rock, then feel its spasms judder
through my hands as, with a shudder,
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This is a beautiful poem on nature and fishing having stunning expression with nice diction.
Inscription is so touching and haunting.
I know more about the poem from your Poet's Note.
I appreciate the way of presentation.
I quote....Poking my finger through a gill,
I cause the raker fronds to spill
blood that drip drips as I carry
the silver deadweight of my quarry,
my kill,
Thanks for sharing this gem.10
Sorry, Kumarmani. It appears I missed your very gracious comment when you posted it. I'm glad you enjoyed the poem and I I thank you for your much appreciated response.
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This is a beautiful poem on nature and fishing having stunning expression with nice diction. Inscription is so touching and haunting. I know more about the poem from your Poet's Note. I appreciate the way of presentation. I quote....Poking my finger through a gill, I cause the raker fronds to spill blood that drip drips as I carry the silver deadweight of my quarry, my kill, Thanks for sharing this gem.10
Sorry, Kumarmani. It appears I missed your very gracious comment when you posted it. I'm glad you enjoyed the poem and I I thank you for your much appreciated response.