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Gone Fishin'

Poetry By: Wilbur

Digging through old stored up experiences and memories of heart, head and soul, relearning and remembering before restoring order to return raw but renewed.

Submitted:Mar 6, 2012    Reads: 31    Comments: 7    Likes: 2   

Gone Fishin'

If any ask, where have you been
I'll say gone fishin' - not a sin
Left my writing on the shelf
Went wandering off to meet myself

Ask some questions of my heart
Seek some answers, quite apart
I'm not so sought or even known
I cannot steal this time alone

I've gone to check the stock in store
Take stock of my long stored-up lore
Sort out things I have long forgot
Throw out some things begun to rot

Try to be wise and bring that to bear
On what and when and who and where
Bring order back to things askew
And by such order, see anew

So I open doors a long time locked
Push through hallways long time blocked
Finger ideas, look through thoughts
Shuffle maybes, mights and oughts

Linger long at problem spots
Work at angers tied in knots
Shine a light on cracks and stains
Gaze again at love's remains

Then slept on memories piled in heaps
Dreamt restless dreams in restless sleeps
Got blackened fingers from the dust
Snorted, sneezed and even cussed

Reviewed the all of what I've got
Came to Jesus on the spot
Wept at broken things I'd vowed
Faced down sorrows Life's allowed

And then I set about the chore
Of making choices and -- what's more
Making wishes and pagan prayers
That I'll remember -- life's lived in layers

So my fishing trip was all I wished
Because when I sat down and fished
I conjured up the past and more
All of my legends, fables, and lore

But my fishing nets are now set to dry
We reached concord, myself and I
In doubt I left, assured return
Restored in what I found to learn

The present stands now, raw but clean
What was hidden, now been seen
Order again is now manifest
I am at peace, my heart at rest

So I am back to writing out
Things I know a bit about
I put words down to tell my stories
Trailing fishing nets and past glories


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