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Pastoral Landscape
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Pastoral Landscape |
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Mabel A. Dilley Senior Member
since 2001-03-17
Posts 859Seattle, WA, USA |
 It is in our nature to make mistakes, you said, picking your way through silent water in hip boots that have a perennial leak. We carry feathered hooks planted firmly in our mouths, pride ourselves on their cunning while brown trout grow fat sucking mayflies in slack currents. At dawn, before things stir, the voice of nature is lifted first: from wood and field and river bank, a host of creatures hymn all at once. Listening: I heard nothing, everything. Fishing is a symptom of our mortality. Our arms wave over the pastoral landscape lines pull tight; hooks drive past the barb. We are connected. For what your old eyes have seen, there are no words. It unfolds like the ripening of a rose, ‘til at last I know that I am loved for who I am, not for what I might become. [This message has been edited by Julian Lester (edited 03-26-2001).] |
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Jellybean King Member
since 2001-03-07
Posts 153Jelly, Bean |
This is superb...I like the analogy of fishing as a way we connect with nature (hook into nature, as it were)...this piece has a timeless wisdom to it...this stanza sparkles: =========================== For what your old eyes have seen, there are no words. It unfolds like the ripening of a rose, ‘til at last I know that I am loved for who I am, not for what I might become. =========================== Jellybean King |
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Mysteria 
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
Mabel you have definitely outdone yourself with this one! I read more analogies into this poem than I can tell you. Oh, but if I only had 100th of the wisdom, peace and spirit you have, I would definitely be content. This my dear friend will forever be etched into my soul, for these words you have penned more than tell who you are, and why you are so cherished. This is truly an example of a craftsperson who is indeed a poet! Bravo! |
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Trillium
since 2001-03-09
Posts 12098Idaho, USA |
Very good poem! I really enjoyed it. It did make me want to go fishing however and it's not open yet here. Betty Lou Hebert |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
JulianL~ What a lovely offering from your pen. I was taken with the imagery and then afforded serenity that remained, long after the fish quit biting.  'At dawn, before things stir, the voice of nature is lifted first: from wood and field and river bank, a host of creatures hymn all at once.' Breathtakingly lovely. Thank you for sharing this piece with us. ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ |
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snowpants Member Elite
since 2000-09-16
Posts 2061KS |
'For what your old eyes have seen, there are no words. It unfolds like the ripening of a rose, ‘til at last I know that I am loved for who I am, not for what I might become.' Beautiful piece of writing, Julian! I truly enjoyed this! sp  to be with you... |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Julian--I have written so many poems about fishing...wanting to explain the connection that I feel....like the line holds me somehow to who I am...I love to fish! For what your old eyes have seen, there are no words. It unfolds like the ripening of a rose, ‘til at last I know that I am loved for who I am, not for what I might become. Loved this last stanza! YOU have said it, so beautifully, what I've always wanted to say. I really love this poem...thank you for sharing it. |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Perfect! |
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Balladeer
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
LOL! I don't think I've ever known a pair of hip boots that DIDN'T have a perennial leak and, of course, there is no place better to carry one's hooks than in the mouth.... This poem is excellent in so many ways.... |
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Mabel A. Dilley Senior Member
since 2001-03-17
Posts 859Seattle, WA, USA |
Thank you all for your time and kind comments. I've been a bit homesick of late so here's my "fix" writing about fishing back home. Shalom. Julian "I am not now that which I have been." |
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Katherine Chandler Member
since 2001-03-07
Posts 280Florida, USA |
My favorite verse is this: "For what your old eyes have seen, there are no words. It unfolds like the ripening of a rose, ‘til at last I know that I am loved for who I am, not for what I might become." I have it on the best authority that you, sweet lady, are loved for who you are always. Very well written.  KateShalom Genuine poetry can communicate before it is understood. |
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Irish Rose Member Patricius
since 2000-04-06
Posts 10263 |
I liked this very, very much |
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Paula Finn Member Ascendant
since 2000-06-17
Posts 5546missouri |
Julian...ooooohhhhh you took me back to fishing with my grandpa...thank you |
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Lone Wolf Member Ascendant
since 2000-03-16
Posts 5842Lansing, MI USA |
Julian, Wonderful scene you have painted with your pen today. This one reminds me of summer vacations with my parents at the lake. Dad and I always went fishing together. Lots of fun and laughs. Thanks for the memories.  Lone Wolf All writing comes |
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Mabel A. Dilley Senior Member
since 2001-03-17
Posts 859Seattle, WA, USA |
I am delighted this piece of poetry continues to bring joy and memories. Thank you so very much for your kind comments and your time. Shalom "I am not now that which I have been." |
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