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Fly fishing

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Jane Nash: Poem ‘Fly fishing’

Jane Nash
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I’m fishing this lake,
my fly, a tiny wrapped
hook and feather,
dancing on the surface,
in the cold, quiet.
Relentless, inexperienced.
I cast out over the water.
This metaphor for life does not evade me.

For hours,
my teacher simply observing.
I want to be shown
the angles of line to the sky,
how to tickle a trout if it deigns to appear.
But instead, I’m left to stand.
The wind lifts,
the rain descends.
This metaphor for life does not evade me.


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  1. Jane, what I love about poems, in general, is how metaphors translate the poets’ feelings in a subtle and beautiful way.

    Your poem uses fly fishing as a profound metaphor for human existence, showing that life requires waiting, acceptance of the elements, and silence before understanding.

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