Pythian Games

put on your track shoes and write the miles

The One that Got Away

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(inspired by the Pablo Neruda “I write the first faint line…” prompt)

I write the first faint line…

In sand, in water, in dust,

But more often,

In the clouds,

Along the mile markers,

While I am driving along.

It’s then I have my best thoughts –

When I can’t stop and write them down.


The ideas sneak up behind me,

Attack metaphors,

That pounce upon me

While I am in the shower,

Again, no pen near by,

No paper on which to write.


I used to mourn each lost gem.

Nowadays I tell myself

I am just a good sportswoman

Practicing “catch and release” –

The ideas will come back to me someday,

When I have my waders on,

My line is taut,

My hook is sharp,

My net is ready,

And the thoughts are

Much bigger and better…


© Kerry Vincent

Written by kvwordsmith

May 20, 2008 at 7:04 pm

9 Responses

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  1. Oh, Kerry, what fun–I love the whole fishing metaphor! It really is maddening when your brain gets on a roll and there’s no way to write.

    I’m amazed at the speed some of you have when it comes to answering a prompt. Takes me ages to come up with anything half-way decent and here you’ve zipped this off in no time!

    Maybe you could hang a little tape recorder around your neck for notes. Be careful driving! 🙂


    May 20, 2008 at 7:34 pm

  2. An exact image that will be on the line for some time, especially since most of my fish have been getting away at the moment. Fran


    May 21, 2008 at 12:54 am

  3. Sometimes it is best to let the ideas wander off and adventure on their own. When they come back they’re more mature, and easier to catch.

    I like the fishing metaphor too, it lent itself beautifully to your image. Well done!

    Hugs and kisses,


    May 21, 2008 at 5:32 am

  4. Ah, you are a fisher of ideas. Your catch is truly abundant. You will never be hungry for words.



    May 21, 2008 at 2:47 pm

  5. Love the fishing analogy – the way ideas do come to wash upon the shore of your mind and then out again with tide. Oh and yes to return one day bigger and better. Lovely, lovely poem.


    May 21, 2008 at 6:26 pm

  6. Oooh, I like that, about the ideas washing up on the shore of your mind, then out again with the tide – nice, Jill! Kerry


    May 21, 2008 at 8:31 pm

  7. Interesting stuff.


    May 22, 2008 at 3:59 am

  8. Love those attack metaphors…! Sneaky things they are.


    May 22, 2008 at 2:22 pm

  9. Kerry, how did I miss this one? Your words are brilliant! Genece


    May 22, 2008 at 7:08 pm

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