Throw a line, make a wish.

It was mind’s ink
that finally ran out
not the pen
that once graced the page
in scribbles and notes
in hurried fashion.

Throw in a line
make a wish!

But too late
in the ballad of the ghost stanza,
the one that got away,
a crack in the crystal ball,
a detour on a road
going nowhere
with a skeleton
on a string.

In the Devil’s carnival
of dead lines,
death is the door prize,
but not without
a whimper...
a word in a line cries.

Reviews

[Poetic Beauty]

The one that got away...
I have had that in writing poetry and in love. They are much alike in feel.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Andrew... in deep placid water lie the
secrets of time. Many a "lure" has disappeared.
The time spent fishing with loved ones is what
matters. Old fishermen never die... they just
float away when tides go out... and morning sun
sings at the crack of dawn... when fishes spawn...
tenderly, Pat

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I really enjoyed this one...the parallels...i used to do a lot of fishing with my dad.
That was something we really enjoyed doing together.
I miss him.
thank you for this poem.
j.