Charmed Chaos
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#Haibun: Fishing
I will never forget that day for it is one of my fondest memories with my mom. I had driven up to the ranch the night before with the intent of going fishing with her. We awoke before dawn, and drove down to the fishing pond.
Each of us found our spots to fish not far from one another and settled in on overturned plastic buckets. I remember how quiet it was; only the occasional sound of our lines hitting the water as we cast them into the misty air. As they landed, they created undulating ripples in the dark cold water.
Lost in reverie, I didn’t see the fish strike right when the sun broke through the trees.
Mom jumps to her feet and yells, “Grab the net Linda, I’ve got a big ‘un!”
cool summer morning
a large bass takes to the air
fighting the steel hook
©2020 Linda Lee Lyberg
dVerse Haibun Monday: Snapshots of our Lives
Author’s Note: Today at dVerse, Kim is asking us to take one of our poems that is autobiographical and write a Haibun based on that poem. The poem I chose is The Gift of Fishing.
Linda Lee Lyberg is a wife, mother, artist, published poet and author. She resides in Mesa, AZ with her husband Pete (aka The Big Viking) of 24 years, and her dog, Ricky Bobby. Linda writes various forms of poetry, as well as short stories. You can read more of her works at: charmedchaos.com
and purchase anthologies containing her work here: Amazon Author Page
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Charmed Chaos 
Hey … that’s a great catch. Love the thought to do it with your mother.. seems to be a thing between father and son.
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She was the driving force in my life. Thank you Bjorn.
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I fly fish. NICE fish there and how cool you did it with your mom.
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Yes, she was such a special tough Texas woman! Thank you.
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I remember that poem, Linda! I always get tearful when I read poems about other people’s mothers, and this one was no exception. I was also amazed that your mother lived on a ranch with a fishing pond! I love the image of you both sitting on overturned plastic buckets and the picture of misty air and undulating ripples. One question – did you cook and eat the bass?
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No, but she did clean it and froze it for later. We had a big fish fry another day.
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Linda, did my comment go through? For some reason, WorPress seems to think I was logged out. When I logged in again, my comment was gone.
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I love the looks on your faces. There is an easiness between you and her that is so apparent. What a cherished memory that you shared, Linda ❤
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We were so close. Thank you Lisa.
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That central paragraph is so evocative. i was right there with you. Thank you for sharing this. I don’t think poems really need introductions, but I like the way we revisit the same events and feelings here.
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I think it is comforting to do so, especially now. Thank you Sarah.
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Lovely. I never went fishing though
Much❤love
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My wife is from Texas, and her mother was like yours. It is refreshing to read about a loving relationship with a parent. There are too many dark tales of pain and estrangement out here.
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Thank you Glenn.
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I love this wonderfully nostalgic story and poem. So wonderful to have those memories! Well done.
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Thank you Dwight.
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you took me there … lovely memory to share with you Mom!
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Thank you!
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A great capture of both fish and moment. (K)
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Thank you!
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This reminded me of fly fishing with my dad as a child. Thanks for taking me there.
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I’m happy you enjoyed it. Thank you.
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Love this story of a mother/daughter time! 🙂 They’re so very special, right?
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Yes, they are.
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A delightful fish tale!
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Thank you!
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What a great memory!
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Yes, it is. Thank you!
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Welcome!
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Greatt read thankyou
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You’re welcome!
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