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You Asked Me to Go Fishing

by James Zealy

Once years ago, you asked me to go fishing
So lines thrown could connect two disparate souls
I saw only that I did not like to fish

I asked you once to read what I wrote
You did
We found each other

Two fish out of water
Struggling to breathe life
In our uncomfortable life clothes

A bridge linked by written lines
And fishing line
Of communication not known
Between father and Son


Author's Note: Thanks Michelle, "Lakeside Memories", Helped me write this. Updated to reflect some thoughts to make it better 11/29/2011.

Posted on 05/09/2006
Copyright © 2021 James Zealy

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Michelle Angelini on 05/10/06 at 03:53 AM

James, metaphorically wonderful - and I'm so happy that this had a happier ending than mine.

Posted by A. Paige White on 10/19/06 at 04:36 AM

This is very inspiring. You drew this reader into fishing, the sport, at first only to share how you filled the live well of your choice. Then of course, I had to immediately equate it with my fishing trips, the choicest of those battles to land a salty Mister... Oh yeah, James, I took the bait. You made a haul. Love this.

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