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I still await my prey

Two weeks after

The season got under way

Nearly every day

I’ve hunted, tried

Still unsatisfied

Or am I?

I never took rod this day

But really seen, touched, smelled

A wide gaping river

On arrival

I am surprised

To come so close to

A red squirrel

Sitting sniffing the earth

Maybe for a stowed nut

I think

But got the feeling

It was curious at another beasts stink

Dark brown more than red

At first I thought it was mink

But pleased it was squirrel

Mink’s dish is mostly fish

This week’s post is short and sweet and something to think about from a guy called Edward De Bono who wrote a book I read years ago  ‘Lateral Thinking’

The trouble with creative thinking in art
is that it is so easy to stop halfway
Indeed the less talented have no choice
Escape from the old ideas becomes a virtue in itself
Originality is all
There is an enthusiasm to step down from the limitations of accepted order
into the limitless potential of chaos
But too often this step is regarded as an achievement in itself rather than only the first stage towards achievement
the true purpose of lateral thinking is not to wallow in formless chaos
but to emerge from it with an effective new idea
The new idea is likely to have a classic simplicity of form
It is likely to have an orderliness which is far from the formlessness of the chaos from which it emerged
The ideal aimed at in lateral thinking is the simplicity of extreme sophistication
The simplicity of an idea that is very effective in action and yet elemental in its form
It is the simplicity of richness
Not of poverty
It is the simplicity of fullness
Not of emptiness

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both of us united in a common fear of each others talons

War´s influence
(allegedly, if you believe in astrology)
arose to the South of Jonsvatnet (John´s water)
while I, for a few seconds
cut circles in its path of temporary shine
with the metal fish at the end of my line
Bail arm trip, retrieval slip
then lightning dynamics
Of pike´s waspish violence upon it!
The decoy minnow
Anything but slow as old esox
gave her acrobatic show
with ariel attempts to escape me
After pulling, tugging, plenty of shrugging
twenty minutes later I assumed the victor
But,
as I lifted her water clear
she anticipated me and bit me shear!
My curse was anything but ”Oh dear!”
She either, never shed a tear
but both of us united in a common fear
Of each others talons
Somewhat gently
I set her down in the shallows
Carefully plucked back my hook
Then gave my bloody finger a sook
With a swish of her shovel sized tail
off she cruised with a humoured look
Towards the pillar of Mars
Both she and I perforated with scars
Made our ways home
Under early August’s returning stars.

 

A few notes about this piece, which I will get around to fitting in here with the poem.

Mars was at its closest to Earth in 60,000 years this night.

*Esox Lucius is the latin name for a Pike
A bail arm is the piece on a fishing reel. It catches and gathers the line as it rotates.
The last line is to do with the fact that there is no night between late May and early August where I live. The Arctic Circle is another 400 km`s north, from Trondheim, where you get the famous midnight sun.

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Strangers in the night
Exchanging glances
What were the chances
We’d be sharing thoughts
before the night was through
Something in your sparkle
was so binary and inviting
something in your
light years was so exciting
some hunger in my astronomy
Said I must have your view
Strangers in the night
until we said our first hello
Little did we know
123 Light years far away
You were just a glance away
a frosty night stance away
and ever since that night
we’ve been together
Lovers at first sight
finding polaris bright and great bear too
Dubhe, dubhe du

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alpha_Ursae_Majoris

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