the creek bank

The men pull steelhead
from this water, long as my arm
and I wonder where they find them
in all this shallowness.

I fished, once, licensed
and ankle deep
in morning on the edge
of Rainbow Lake,
hooking one small trout
I fought only to throw back,
so that once didn’t give me
a white whale metonym
to throw rage after
or call brother, even.

My fish stories
are minnow small
and flashed, fast
as the odonata skimming the still spots
of this creek

catching nothing
except peace

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About Susan L Daniels

I am a firm believer that politics are personal, that faith is expressed through action, and that life is something that must be loved and lived authentically--or why bother with any of it?
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53 Responses to the creek bank

  1. This is marvellous. My husband fishes and often comes home full of stories of the big ones that got away. However he always finds peace and beauty by the lakes x

  2. Heartafire says:

    Beautiful writing Susan!

  3. Beautiful poem, and I learned some new words beside!

    Odonata,
    metonym for love
    of past summers
    love lost
    love returned
    but only for
    a fleeting
    moment

  4. claudia says:

    aw – i think peace is a pretty good catch…smiles… never went fishing…maybe it would be a good patience training… think i should try one day…smiles

  5. wordsthatetch says:

    loved this… 🙂

  6. nelle says:

    Yeah! Much better than snagging a fish.

  7. brian miller says:

    i have fished a bit in my day…catch or no catch there is a peace that comes just being by the water, listening to it and all the life that finds it….

  8. ManicDdaily says:

    Yes- I always feel I’d like to fish just to walk around in streams – you’ve caught that wonderful feeling of casting off. k.

    • Thank you, Karin! I was just now admiring your picture of the elephant and the octopi. I want to see those colors.

      • ManicDdaily says:

        Ha. Thanks. That one is actually from my counting book 1 Mississippi and is made with true watercolors, not digital. (Gouache really but it’s the same as watercolor.) k.

        • Love it, and your style of illustration. I live with an aspiring illustrator who just turned 13. Sigh. I am so jealous–wish I could draw more than stick figures and flowers.

  9. ‘Catching Nothing but Peace’ Love those words…

  10. Laurie Kolp says:

    Love those fish stories and really enjoyed this, Susan!

  11. Grace says:

    I specially like the ending, catching peace is still a good catch ~

  12. and I wonder where they find them
    in all this shallowness.

    i wonder the same thing *smiles*
    and i loved your poem::::peace::::

  13. So good. I’m the same type of fisherwoman and my history has been to go a block over to the Truckee and just enjoy being there, know the trout are in too much of a hurry to get to Pyramid Lake to take the bait. But there is a certain peace in it. It’s been a while, though.

  14. Mary says:

    A fish story to catch peace sounds like the best kind of fish story to me, Susan!

  15. Ray Sharp says:

    lovely, catching peace 🙂

  16. howanxious says:

    Lovely.. finding peace paves the way to tranquility.

  17. what fun, Susan – nothing like sitting next to a creek – fishing or writing – K

  18. janehewey says:

    the visual with the first fish coming out is a stunning opening. great poem start to finish, Susan. You bring to mind size with importance… or the inverse of it!

  19. Rhonda says:

    you’ve caught it exactly sfam…whether fishing or catching….the peace is the thing. love!

  20. wordsthatetch says:

    Reblogged this on wordsthatetch and commented:
    love the theme of this poem

  21. Great piece, it reads much easier than it is– and I love the 3rd stanza- a knockout! ~peace, Jason

  22. Miriam E. says:

    also a great fan of the 3rd stanza… amazing, Susan

  23. BroadBlogs says:

    Peace. What a great thing to catch!

  24. Such and incredible freestyle poetic writing.

    Fresh and uniquely wondrous. 🙂

    oh! before I forget please check out my new blog poem:

    http://charliezero1.wordpress.com/2013/07/29/my-conspiracy-to-create-an-anti-hamburger-isnt-all-that-clever-even-andy-warhol-became-anti-was/

    I promise you that once you read it, you will trip out on your own dreams. 🙂

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