
After dinner, brother and sister would go to the pier with their mother to fish. The mother didn’t mind putting the squiggly worm on the hook for them. He would feel so proud when he got a bite and would reel in his catch, a small gold carp. Silently (yet beaming) he would unhook the fish and throw it back into the lake to give it a chance to get bigger.
His little sister would through the rod backwards not realizing the hook could catch a human and anyone close by would hide for cover; she was but five years old and took her fishing seriously…her serious look meant “business” so different than the “laissez-faire” allure of her older brother.
They are nice memories of a long ago, by the lake, together, hearing the catamarans rock, soft waves roll in and feel the tug of a fish bite now and then.
wiggly worm
alluring innocence
gold carp
gold carp
pleads for time
swims to freedom
© Tournesol ’15
Written for: CPHK
Thanking our host and patient mentor at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai for his dedication and tireless commitment to his blog, our prompts and mostly that has allowed me to grow a bit more each day. Merci Chèvrefeuille!
A lovely nostalgic piece. 🙂 My brothers all fished when we were younger – I never could stand putting the worm on the hook!
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I used to run after my sister (who was screaming) with a worm…haha
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Great memories, Tournesol –! The little sister is especially well-characterized in such a short space. 🙂
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🙂 they are pretty special peeps, now adults.
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I had not recognized which Jen you were …our profile pic is cool!!
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Thanks —
phoenix from the flames 🙂
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My grandson’s middle name is Phoenix:) and we are celebrating his 11th birthday tomorrow…well tonight but you know what I mean:)
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Great middle name!
Enjoy the celebrations — 🙂
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thanks then I`m on an overnight bus to a retreat with Amma
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Ah, wonderful! 🙂
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Lovely walking through your memories ma cher!
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Grazie, cara:)
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Prego, bella!
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There’s a fairy-tale quality to the carp begging for time…
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There is isn’t there…but my son had such a kind heart especially as a child, he just couldn’t keep the fish he caught.
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Another very nice piece of nostalgia from you, dear Tournesol, that we can all relate to somehow, which makes it all the more readable. The haiku fit well..
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Thanks so much, Hamish, I am pleased it resonates with you.
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Sweet memories Cheryl Lynn. Thank you for your kind words …
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Thanks for your comment, Kristjaan; les éloges pour ton dévouement sont très humbles.
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Such wonderful memories of time with children. Thanks for sharing with our haiku family. Beautifully written.
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Thank you, Janice. Hope you and hubby are well:)
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