He placed some juicy worms of rhyme <br />on steel hooks that dangled from poetic lines, <br />they wriggled and danced most playfully <br />with the promise of a satisfactory tea. <br />The hungry fish came near <br />quelling doubts and ignoring fear <br />and in an instant, with a click, <br />chewed that worm and bit <br />the dangled hook within. <br />The fisherman he reeled the line <br />and raised the rod, in time, <br />he drew that fish ever closer, near <br />to the shallow edge of fear, <br />where waters slow, and where that fish <br />would not ever choose to go. <br /> <br />Hoisted high with view so new <br />through the air that fish he flew <br />then grabbed, unhooked, he met the eyes <br />of the one that fished <br />upon the river bank of bliss; <br />the one that dangled juicy worms of rhyme <br />from the ends of poetic lines; <br />and there that fish he knew as true <br />that dangling worms of rhyme <br />sharp and penetrating hooks could hide <br />so when next he clicked his jaws <br />he would be wary of some disguise <br />and try to see what lies inside. <br /> <br />The fisherman threw him back <br />into the waters which sped past the bank <br />the fish swam on until reaching sea <br />and with a novel thought had he. <br />When this life of swimming ends <br />I will return, and learn to fashion lines of words <br />that entice with rhymes like wriggling worms <br />and as someone bites, Ill make them fly so high <br />and in that most unfamiliar state, <br />look them deep in their souls eye <br />and make them wary of disguise, <br />so that they may always try <br />to see what truly lies inside.<br /><br />David Taylor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/past-life-3/
