In Honor Of The Game

Cold comes to greet, the surface of my river

It's anxious breath rising up to find the air

hovering, waiting, longing for affair

with a sun that comes to meet it there

The quiet, tunes my ear to the music in the water

falling in tones of trickling and echoes of a dripping

cascading stones without discretion, sliding, slipping

along the thirsty banks which seem forever, sipping

I've come to meet the water, to lure from sunken lair

fish that hide themselves, beneath the morning glare

the light reveals my hope on a tiny feathered snare

while river tries to keep from me, fish entrusted to her care

Sail the line, float the air, tiny deception that I dress

Gently, softly, a delicate fall, coming quietly to a rest

seduction whispers at the top, twitching a request

floating my deceit, on the wings of a decorated guest

My eyes follow the treachery of wings disguised as sleep

and a flash emerges from below, wings swallowed by a leap

I feel the rage of fight, exploding from the deep

Firm against my hope, but it does not break my keep

It erupts the wet with furry, from hold that does not tear

Hurls itself against the deep, with want to shake the snare

It tears the surface of the water, it's anger catapults the air

It does not choose surrender, but exhaustion leaves him there

I kneel in reverence to his life, in honor to a game

slip the hook from thirsty lip and send him as he came

I watch him take the river, there is neither count nor blame

for life I held, for the life I met and life I did not claim.

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Helpful Hanna 5 years ago

This is amazing!

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arb 5 years ago from oregon Author

Thanks so much for dropping in and comments are coveted.

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maven101 5 years ago from Northern Arizona

Catch and release...with how many loves have we done such...My Mebs fly awaits...Thank you for this atmospheric video-poem...The rapid flow kept up with the rivers current and gave strength to the life plucked from the depths...Voted up and awesome...Larry

arb 5 years ago

Larry, Good day my friend! Your comments always leave a smile that decorates my effort. Thank you.

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Genna East 5 years ago from Massachusetts, USA

This took my breath away. Just superb.

"Gently, softly, a delicate fall coming quietly to a rest

seduction whispers at the top, twitching a request

floating my deceit, on wings of a decorated guest..."

I truly love this.

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b. Malin 5 years ago

That was such a Beautiful read Arb...and the Fish got to survive...and go on with his life for at least another day. Have to agree with Maven101...Voted up and awesome!

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arb 5 years ago from oregon Author

Genna East! I love poetry. I love fly fishing. I have always wanted to introduce them to each other. Thank you so much for reading and for the kind words. I adore your poetry and it warms me that you have enjoyed, one of mine. Be well.

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arb 5 years ago from oregon Author

Good Morning b. Thank you for reading. I am so thrilled that women are enjoying my tribute to fishing!

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Nellieanna 5 years ago from TEXAS

My George would have loved this, arb. He also loved both fly fishing and poetry, but I am sure he never enjoyed them together. I loved to go to the lake with him and sometimes cast, but mostly I enjoyed the ambience of it early or later in the day, having along my sketch pad $ writing gear for when an inspiration overtook me, which it was sure to do.

When he could no longer go to the water, he cast his line out in the yard & sometimes gathered an audience of youngsters eager to learn about it. There were - still are - always fishing & golfing gear in the kitchen corner, at the ready. Truly passions of his life. He loved ultra-light line, poles and attitude for fishing. Always ~ catch and release.

This is truly a labor of love and a love of that pleasant labor which is fly fishing! Voting up - and all the appropriate words of praise! It is simply beautiful.

arb 5 years ago

Hi Nellianna, I'm so glad that you appreciated this write. It is something I've wanted to do for a while and I enjoyed writing it. I do value your comments. Thank you and be well! :)

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arb 5 years ago from oregon Author

BTW Nellianna, I've never met a man who loved fly fishing that I didn't like immediately and time never did alter that find! Interesting. Perhaps a new barometer!

alastar packer 5 years ago

Wonderful melding of the art of fly fishing and the creativity of poetry! what a gift you posses arb.

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arb 5 years ago from oregon Author

Alastar! thank you for the kind words. One of mutual admiration!

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Nellieanna 5 years ago from TEXAS

You and George would have liked each other, I'm sure of it.

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arb 5 years ago from oregon Author

I too,am sure of it! :)

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saddlerider1 5 years ago

What a captivating work of artistry. I felt present watching from the shore as you shared the fly with comrades from the waters deep. Engulfed in each others admiration of the chase, catch and final release.

Unhooked from the hook his lip thanks thee as you gently set him back into the waters glare reflecting back your smile and thankfulness to God for one more fly and one more day at waters edge.

Absolutely beautiful, thank you for sharing this brilliant work.

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arb 5 years ago from oregon Author

Hello saddlerider and thank you for, so kind a review. There is a certain reverence which we extract from the wild and of the things which live there. I think it is a reverence that inhabits every poet, in that, we are kindred spirits. Be well!

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