The Fisherman And The Downrunner

The Fisherman And The Downrunner
©02-20-2019 Allen E. Rizzi
Old and bent, he slowly walked the water
Where he had fished so many years before.
The salmon of his youth splashed sporadically
As they made their way upstream to spawn.
Peering into a quiet pool, he spied him:
The downrunner, dark with flaccid flesh
And dull eyes that looked up to his reflection.
He had lived, spawned and now was dying.
He stared and thought that they had passed
Once before on this very stream some years ago.
But of course, that was impossible.
Both man and fish had found different currents.
He was slowly crumbling away
Like burnt toast in the water.
He pitied him, the frequent foe
For he had won and now was lost.
A ripple downstream brought the hope
Of new life lightly looming.
But in the end, each rebirth
Was just an echo of a death.
Fall came and went many times
Finally finding the two alone,
Eyes locked in desperate measure
Until the sun was gone forever.
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Wonderful metaphor for life and dying.
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Thank you!
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Paths cross and diverge and hopefully each is better for having the encounter.
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Chapeau !
Shera 🌷
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Reblogged this on allenrizzi and commented:
Saturday’s Thoughts…
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Reblogged this on Janet's Thread 2.
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Thanks Janet!
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