Gamefish
See how the mighty fisherman holds me in his hand
as he drags me from the ocean to set me in the sand.
For twenty years, I’ve moved myself in freedom through the sea,
but by tonight it seems I’ll merely be somebody’s tea.
The dVerse Poets Quadrille pompt today is “fish.”
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
A sad end indeed Judy
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And all too frequent
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Actually, I believe this is a roosterfish which has a tough, strong-tasting flesh and so is more a gamefish than an edible one. That makes it doubly sad.
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😔
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A sad reality.
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But it is the way the world is set up. One thing feeds on another.
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It certainly does.
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Well … there is the fisherman to cheer us up. LOL and cheers.
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Thanks, Helen. Yes, at least he is happy.
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Judy, I really like the way this line lands: “by tonight it seems I’ll merely be somebody’s tea.” It feels both dignified and resigned—such a striking ending for this captive voice.
~David
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Thanks, David.
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*hug*
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What a tea that will be! Great catch and great Q!
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It seems we have less empathy for their tragic end.
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Yes..any tragic end that feeds us.
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I feel sorry for this beautiful fish
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I always do, too.
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🥹
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Love that you have the fish-eye POV.
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That’s the way it works, fish.
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oh my.. that is sad indeed and your words magnify that feeling in a beautifully just-right manner..
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Great poem, Judy, though I feel bad for the fish!
Yvette M Calleiro :-)http://yvettemcalleiro.blogspot.com
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Aw
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