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His face was weathered and sturdy; his jaw was firm and set. His brow was shaded by a Seaman's Cap, and his craft was packed with net. He added to the color of the quaint, small fishing town, where generations of fishermen had fished just past the Sound. He went offshore alone against his mates advice, he preferred being solitary even when he fished at night. He was a master of his trade with always a successful catch. For a solitary fisherman his skill was hard to match. And he wasn't exactly a stranger at the local pub, he was a favorite of the ladies at the nearby Social Club. The ladies talked about him with a certain soulful glee! They solemnly agreed among them, that his Mistress was the Sea. A day came when the old man went offshore and didn't return. The fishermen searched in parties and let the night torch burn. But the ladies at the Parlor knew he wasn't lost at Sea! His was the colorful figure that would last eternally! They knew he wasn't lost and he had nowhere to roam! The ladies knew his Mistress, had simply called him home! Ron Cole April 2008 |
Ron,You've done a good turn for the lady of the see=a. She has been misstress to many and has called many to her bossum. Not being a fisherman, I can still see how some hearts may be drawn to her, as for me, it is the land that attracts my heart. All the forest, the deserts and plainsland, tend to draw my eyes and heart. This was a wonderful poem, well written and refreshing to a throat, parched with heat and dust. Thank you | Posted on 2011-05-12 00:00:00 | by DUSTYTU | [ Reply to This ] | I dont know how you do it, Ron! each time i read a piece of your writing im left speechless. | this one is quite simply amazing. i love the tales you tell. always so touching. and i agree with peggy...the ending is just so perfect!! you always impress me!! michelle xxxx | Posted on 2008-11-25 00:00:00 | by whirl | [ Reply to This ] | Another one of you works I find to be well done. | I like how tell a story. I wrote a poem called (Bitter Old Man) But didn't some else write your title? The Poor Man's Poet. | Posted on 2008-07-12 00:00:00 | by Bobby K | [ Reply to This ] | This was beautiful, and the first thing I've read all day that didn't make me want to kill myself. There are a couple lines that are one or two syllables off, but it's not so significant that I would ask you to change it. | I've never read "The Old Man and the Sea," so I wouldn't know, but is that book the inspiration for this, or is it just a coincidental title? If so I think I need to get into my bookshelves and find it so I can read it. Kudos, Keep writing ~Venia | Posted on 2008-06-12 00:00:00 | by Venia | [ Reply to This ] | Ron, you know already that I'm a fan of your work but I must tell you that this is one the best pieces I have read by you. The story was enthralling, the format tight and the rhyme scheme was right on the money. I tap my pegleg three times in your honor sir. | | Posted on 2008-06-06 00:00:00 | by ErgoIgo | [ Reply to This ] | This was very well done Ron & I liked how you added the element of the ladies in the parlor and not just one lone young woman pining for her sailor. | Your pieces are always enjoyable and flow so well! Happy Day! love,peace,joy,abundance & smiles to share ![]() ![]() ![]() tif ~*~ | Posted on 2008-04-29 00:00:00 | by Epiphany | [ Reply to This ] | Oh, a great poem indeed!! A finely woven tale with a stupendous final stanza! I loved it, loved it! bravo... bravo... bravo... | | Posted on 2008-04-28 00:00:00 | by Algol46 | [ Reply to This ] | A wonderful tale, Ron! I enjoyed it a lot. | Made me think of that song from the 70's "Brandy": Brandy, you're a fine girl What a good wife you would be But my life, my lover, my lady Is the sea Thanks for sharing another lovely poem with us. ![]() | Posted on 2008-04-26 00:00:00 | by latentlylyrical | [ Reply to This ] | "They knew he wasn't lost | and he had nowhere to roam! The ladies knew his Mistress, had simply called him home!" Perfect ending, Ron, and my favorite lines in your tale of a fisherman and the sea. You've reminded me how much I miss fishing with my dad. I could sit all day just waiting for a bite and never complain. I know how much my dad appreciated and enjoyed the love to fish that was born inside me. To say I can understand this old man and his love of the sea would be an understatement. Perhaps I am a part of him in some small way. Enjoyed reading your poem and reminiscing in my own mind tremendously, Ron! :-) Sharon | Posted on 2008-04-26 00:00:00 | by Peggy Paris | [ Reply to This ] | |