for your love

Cree NationsCree Nations Posts: 2,247
edited September 2004 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
I wait
like a fisherman
for your love
afraid
that you'll
pull out the rug
that
I've been
standin on,
prayin on,
layin on
with you.
>>>>
>
...a lover and a fighter.
"I'm at least half a bum" Rocky Balboa

http://www.videosift.com/video/Obamas-Message-To-American-Indians

Edmonton, AB. September 5th, 2005
Vancouver, BC. April 3rd, 2008
Calgary,AB. August 8th, 2009
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  • setaside2setaside2 Posts: 1,084
    Hiya.

    I know your feelings here and without question respect them.

    However, I don't understand where the fisherman comes in... it's imagery doesn't fit with the carpet.

    the CARPET, on the other hand. Excellent imaging there.

    keep saying what your saying. is all good.
    I'm stepping in front of the gushing hydrant in a hurricane. I'd like to see the traction I keep.
  • ahh well I dont know, i wrote that thing like 15 years ago when I was a punkass and just found it. I think I said like a fisherman becaue thats what they do (speaking a a fisherman) they wait for something to bite on their line and it take a lot of patience for that to happen, do you fish?
    I hear you though, I thought about that after. thx.
    >>>>
    >
    ...a lover and a fighter.
    "I'm at least half a bum" Rocky Balboa

    http://www.videosift.com/video/Obamas-Message-To-American-Indians

    Edmonton, AB. September 5th, 2005
    Vancouver, BC. April 3rd, 2008
    Calgary,AB. August 8th, 2009
  • setaside2setaside2 Posts: 1,084
    it's true. it's all waiting. and waiting. and drinking beer. and waiting.

    and then telling stories about how you never had to wait, you master fisherman you.

    and don't down your work just because you were a punkass LOL i'm still a punkass and still write.

    and yeah. I fish occasionally. both metaphorically and in real life. though occasionally for me right now means about every two years.

    first fish was an Indian River catfish in florida. I love catfish. tasty stuff.

    and writing about love... well isn't that where it all started? Love and gods.
    I'm stepping in front of the gushing hydrant in a hurricane. I'd like to see the traction I keep.
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