Saturday, December 14, 2013

Nets....a story..


                                                                                                               
The old sailor secured lines and anchor                                          
of the wooden boat built with his own hands
He had honed his skills at his father's side,
learned to speak an uncommon language
Cold salt water penetrated his face as 
he trudged up the hill in the mud,
deliberately and walked to the temple
by the sea's edge.
Home safe from the sea on prayers and amens
from villagers and families,
the fishermen, drenched and exhausted,
entered the building to light candles.
In remembrance they lit them one by one -
 for those who met their deep fate
in shipwrecks long before, in mightier boats than his
Hundreds lit candles that night before him;
as he put his next on the alter,
he knelt on his knees, bowed his head
in prayer
A choir sang 'Hallelujah'
Purposely he made the long walk home
His house was built in a glen of yew trees,
by a carpenter who once roamed the
countryside, a man who quietly suffered
great anguish and taught him how to fish
He remembers how many men gathered
for dinner when his father spoke; people
came from everywhere to hear him
He remembered his mother's tears,
hidden behind her cloak
Putting the boy on his knee his father
had told him how to live -
"...feeding souls is my purpose in life and
fishing is your trade...I am the net for
all men's safety in their struggles in life -
you are the seed from which faith will grow."
He had looked deep into his father's eyes,
 saw his own bright light of being reflected
therein.  The man replied  "Always be grateful,
faithful and kind;  you will fill my heart with joy"
And then he said, "and remember how we played -
you are my one and only boy"

This is the last prompt for writers over at dversepoets.com  - and Mary kindly asks us to make an offering of a poem of candles, light or any form of illumination that has to do with commemorating the season in any way..

35 comments:

  1. so stirring...smiles...and some nice biblical allusions in this as well..love the care of the boy by the father..it snuck up on me as i was thinking the hard life of those on the seas and so many lost...beautiful piece...it does the heart good...smiles.

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    1. no sweat...and thank you...i hope you and yours have a wonderful christmas filled with love and warmth....

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  2. The life of fishermen is a hard one.. I spent summers by the sea in an old fishing village.. and everywhere were stories of people lost at sea...

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  3. you so are a story teller... I enjoyed your write

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  4. A beautiful piece... and we'll be back after the new year.

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  5. What a beautiful story, I am lifted by the father's words and the fisherman story ~ So many lives lost but still a lot to be thankful for ~ A great metaphor to use too ~

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  6. Beautiful write Kathy. It's an education and guidance for the future which some parents failed to articulate sometimes. Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays!

    Hank

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  7. This is very touching, Katy. Your poem really touched me. I like the idea of being grateful, faithful, and kind!

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  8. What a beautiful father-son tale, illuminated by the father's wise advice to always be grateful, faithful and kind. One cant do any better than that. Love your bio on the right hand side. The sea is my bliss too and, like you, I was a single mom, raised four kids on my own. It is a journey.

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    1. Yes, I noticed that....kudos to you and your poetry ...and for being a single mom..being both parents is not easy ;)

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  9. a very nice narrative poem...you tell us so much story with so few words, especially the father and son.

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  10. The fisherman, the carpenter, the father and his only son..., I love the way you have woven the poem together, mixing biblical facts with hard life at sea. I love the sea too. "In remembrance they lit them one by one...", beautifully written!

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  11. A beautiful story and once again your imagery is amazing K. You placed me there as you have done in everything your pen.
    This is my favourite part -"
    feeding souls is my purpose in life and
    fishing is your trade...I am the net for
    all men's safety in their struggles in life -
    you are the seed from which faith will grow."

    May you and yours have a wonderful and safe Christmas K and thank you for your words.

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  12. oh wow...so moving.... tears... such a fascinating man and relationship... the things he had been taught... love how you weave the biblical story in... so well done...

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  13. A tender story with some pretty amazing allusions. Perfect for the season.

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  14. I enjoyed the story you weaved in this poem, Katy. "Always be grateful, / faithful and kind" - a wonderful life lesson and moto!

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  15. marvelous story ripples through out this poem loved it....well done

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  16. A beautiful story floating in poetry :-)

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  17. Wonderful narrative poem, Katy. The light in his eyes captures the meaning of life, I believe. For me, this brought to mind the time I lived in Brittany and saw these towns, these fishermen, and heard stories of so many lost at see.

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  18. A very tender sweet poem, with a great story--this is a life where the fragility of it all is very apparent, even as people are so tough with the hard work. Thanks. k.

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  19. Lovely poetic prose. I like the father-son relationship and biblical references. Beautiful message carried through this story, one of perseverance & faith.

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  20. Soul stirring very poignant, Seasons greetings to you and your family

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  21. This is such a beautiful poem and story. I loved it, you told it so well. May I borrow it?

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  22. So very potent. The press of the sea. The terrible beauty and danger. And the rich people that the environment grows.

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  23. Great details--you brought a wonderful story to us, much like a biblical allegory. Beautifully penned.

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  24. Katy, this poem carries the scent of salt water. All the men who died at sea... and still do... that little temple by the sea must have been full of candles. The "uncommon language" seems especially laced with BIblical references, and rightly so. It takes a lot of faith to board a fishing boat, knowing you might not come back; knowing your wife is up on the Widow's Walk, waiting for sight of her beloved's ship coming into port. Stunning. Thanks so much for giving me your URL. Peace on earth, Amy

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    1. Thanks, Amy, and your bio makes an interesting read...wow, jazz singer 3rd gen!

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