Gone Fishing
I brandish my brain and confer with the night,
assiduously, wait for new thoughts to bite.
I go fishing for words that will serve as the bait
as what I am thinking I try to relate.
Floating on dreams, I troll their broad sea.
As I fish in them, I’m fishing in me.
Pulling out words from the seas where they ride
bright flashes of light that bring them topside.
Who knows what deep currents wash shores of insight
unless we cast nets to draw them to light?
In our forgotten midnights, their legions are teeming.
We must troll their dark depths for these riches of dreaming.
The lush waters of night invite interruption.
They do not view our hooks as corruption.
We’re their reason for being. They are food for our thought.
We cast lines in their depths that we may be taught.
Prompt words for today are brandish, confer, assiduous and forgotten. Painting by Isidro Xilonzochitl.
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
You brandished your brain very well in this poem, Judy. Thank goodness for night. I wouldn’t get anything done if there was only day.
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I don’t think any of us could.. How nature planned it.
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Masterful use of all the prompts
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Thanks, Sadje.
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You’re welcome 😉
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I love the reference of fishing being used to describe how you find the words and inspiration to create your beautiful poems. Love it.
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Thanks, Mason.
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Absolutey beautiful, Judy!
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Brilliant.
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