For Sunday Whirl #503

The Men Chasing Cod

All those fishing boats offshore, 
they’re moving paragraphs
shifting on the horizon.
Nets out. Time idles.
God’s odds for a bounty.
And then the nets tangle.
Grounded on some
parenthetical, Captain says.
      (he likes that word – not sure of its meaning though)
And his anger turns wicked thunder,
and it rains down on us.
The catch is lost.

Written for Sunday Whirl Wordle 503  and shared with @Experimentsinfc #APoemADay on Twitter   ©Misky 2021

2 responses to “For Sunday Whirl #503”

  1. Well done, M. i could never…

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Sure you could.

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