The Porch Swing: Good Fishing

Good Fishing, by Samuel Bostick.

This week we’re proud to bring you the latest in Samuel’s WORD of the Day creative writing series, which he has recently expanded into an ongoing project running independently from Time and Space and other Porch Swing material we publish here at the LIFESTYLE. You can find Samuel’s daily WORD installations over at his blog, just.the.basics, along with a collection of various inspirations, explorations, reflections, and responses. Check the beautifully crafted Good Fishing below, and head on over to just.the.basics to keep up on the daily!

Photo courtesy of Creative Commons, Jim Natale.

13 December

Wonder n. 1) A cause of astonishment or admiration. 2) The quality of exciting, amazed admiration. 3) Rapt attention or astonishment at something awesomely mysterious or new to one’s experience. 4) A feeling of doubt or uncertainty.

WORD of the Day: Wonder

On days like this, there is always a deeper lesson to learn. An introspective venture…

Good Fishing

Rowing through ponds, up quiet streams and navigating through hidden currents just to get to that one corner where the moonshine pours down upon the water in a way that gets the fish a-jumpin for a bite to eat! Still hours, reflection on character and trait. Laughing to yourself at memories tucked away into the folds of the mind. Admiring the Beauty of the night, the peaceful serene situation it sets. Jus chillin. The world was left back about two creek bends and a quarter mile of steady rowing. Here. Off in the backwoods, south of worries and a bit north of stress…yeah this is good fishing.

Moon moves across the sky, takes a quick peak into the clouds as they drift—lofty in flight…stars dancing soft sifting as the water kisses against the bank and rocks rhythm into the boat. Scenic Romancing. Mental preoccupations flow with the current, sent adrift. Baiting the hook, winding up stretching back and letting it all Fly….the last leaves falling off the trees along the bank; drifting, floating, a whirl and spin—clean landing and a ripple of applause spreads across the sight…what a peaceful perusing night.  Wandering through the mind as the stream tugs gently on the line. Reflection, the moon in the pond.

Young again, running into things, tied towels become superhero capes. Back when broccoli, carrots and lettuce (hell anything green or healthy) was nothing more than rabbit food. Flowing streams sing the tune of nostalgia.

Push…

It opens

Creaking eerie, rusty round the seams

Heavy, yet it swings open with ease

Ive been here before, still

This seems estranged

Only remember vague, through opaque haze

Dusty hands from pushing the door

Rub them off into heavy denim

Thas what they are for

Stepping in, this is one

Eerie place

Still

I’ve been here before…

Vaguely familiar

The walls covered in papers and news clippings

All dusty and yellowed by stale air

…stale air

A portrait against the wall, resting in the corner of the room

Unknown

Seemingly familiar

Like, I know her before yet somehow forgot

Her look returns the same sentiment

Misplaced yet not lost…

Dark rosy cheeks crest the ends of her smile

Yes

Beautiful indeed

She moves me

A rare elegance…

It’s a pity she has forgotten

And even more so that I’ve neglected to remember

A chest…next to the portrait…

Inside there is…

******

Maps rest upon the desk settled into the opposite side of the room

Shelves full of books

Heavy, hard-bound books

“The Odyssey”

An unfinished letter

                        ODDly…

                                                The ink is still wet

HOWL…a wolf cries under the moon

“Into the night I send my sights in hope that one day this sorrow takes flight.

With passion to love, I care  not to hate/ still often come times that I question my soul’s eternal fate.

Tonight there is no moon to sing my heart swoon/ as my heart wishes to dance a divine sweet romance.

As the howl that which lands chills to your veins/ I pray to the stars and call to the night with surrender of pains.

This night my soul takes wings to escape its capture in cage/yea though until its release it sings and drums to subdue epic rage.

Into the night.”

HOWL…again, this time he brings you back,

Back on the creek where the fishing is good…

nibble…nibble…

no tug, jus a nibble

What a Beautiful Night

Samuel Bostick

@THEREALSHANTS

the LIFESTYLE’s role is to create collective space for active Reflection and Response through the arts. This space is built around dialogue, expression, collaboration, and artistic (ex)change involving international craftspeople and their realities. The Porch Swing series opens up a Reflection and Response residency where we feature a Collective member’s ongoing project through weekly installations.

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