Plonk! Vroosh! Click!

Hello people!

Sorry that I haven’t written anything for a while, but the truth is that I have absolutely no news whatsoever… how sad >.<.

The good news is that my mom and I went shopping last week and they’re bringing out all of the fishing equipment again! I am really looking forward to that comforting feeling of the fresh outdoors. When I think about the flicking of the wrist and releasing the wire from my grip as it floats seemingly weightless through the air and lands with a soft “Plonk!” and a small splash (hopefully not getting tangled with loose reeds :-P). Then quickly flipping over the metallic piece of the reel in case of that rare occasion that you’ll instantly get a bite. Finally when you do, how the float goes under… or in some cases starts moving around in circles with the smaller brained, dazed fish, who just feels it is safe enough to swim quite naturally with a hook in their lip.

Maybe trying to be cool, thinking it’s an awesome new piercing that came free with the mysterious blob of cheese-like-orange stuff, that just so happened to be floating in their path “Hey dudes, l-hook a’ me!”. Then “Vroosh” they’re gone! Perhaps later they come flying back in… Wow, talk about the scitsofrenic of the day! Fisrt a normal fish, changing into a cool punk, then a vanishing magician, to being a bird… without wings, just beinging thrown back in the general direction of where they came from… or for the more larger, unfortunate fish, meraculously changing into a tasty barbeque… What a day!

Anyway, back to the way we see it! Gloriously relaxing and getting that first tug of the day! Gripping the rod for all it’s worth and putting your complete might into reeling the fishy in. I love it! Not so much though when you get it out of the water, it comes loose and begins to roll down the embankment… this happened to me with what looked like the largest fish that I’ve ever caught, not so surprised that he was too big for the hook, never being caught by anyone and still getting to eat all of our tasty… well rather smelly orange bait. I wouldn’t say that I’m overwhelmed with joy having to touch the fish to get it off the hook though, especially not touching it with my lips :-P.

Well I’ve actually become a lot less squeamish since fishing, when “someone” that I knew, I think they’d prefer if I didn’t name them :-P, caught her first fish she was so upset and yelled for my dad to take it off the hook… when he threw it back, she cried because a scale had come off it… I thought it was rather amusing, but tried my hardest not to show her my thoughts on her squeamish-ness… especially seeing as I refused to put a maggot on the hook earlier on that day :-P…

Yes, so getting back on to the subject of what I was on before I got extremely distracted… Like I was saying, I have no news whatsoever, so I’m going to just write about… well, whatever first pops into my head at this very moment, that seems interesting enough.

Oh! My mom received a camera recently as an “early birthday present”. She’s decided to take up photography so all I’ve been hearing (and seeing) recently, is a faint yet noticeable “Click!” and a flash of light. That lasts just a few seconds but that’s more than enough time to blind someone, trust me! I have had uncountable (155+ :-P) photos taken of me since that thing arrived. Not that I mind of course, unless I’ve only just woken up or am about to go to sleep… Then this is simply impractical and utterly uncomfortable… bright lights are not welcome, during “tired” hours :-P.

Oh! I was just about to forget to put up some more poems, the first one was written in quite a short while actually, the second took longer, which is surprising, since it’s a lot shorter :-P. Okay, I just wrote up both and since I only have one more left decided to just throw it in there as well :-P. Hope you like them, think I’ll put up a poll for you guys to choose what I’ll write my next poem about as well… or you could just post a comment or send me an e-mail about what you want to hear my rhyming thoughts on at kissmyfishy@gmail.com :-).

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I saw you that day,
Yet I didn’t know what to say,
I took a deep breathe,
Shut my eyes and turned,
As you came my way,
You just skimmed right by me,
As I watched you walk briskly,
I wondered to myself, could you see?
For I noticed you stop, so very slightly,
A feeling inside, sent me spinning,
So I chased after your footsteps,
I felt like I was in a race, I was the one winning,
As you turned, I was taken aback, breathless, a rush,
For bestowed upon your finger, was the very symbol of trust,
We looked into each others eyes,
I’m sure you could tell I was about to cry,
I believed in love at first sight,
And this felt so strong, even stronger than “might”,
I simply remarked, I’m sorry you’re not the one,
And within an instant, you had nodded, and were gone.

By Bianca Cassandra P.

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I sit here all on my own,
Wandering how many days it’s been since you’ve gone,
I watch the moon rise and fall,
Thinking of you, holding back, not wanting to call,
At night I try to fight the tears away,
I would never want you to see me in this way,
What you did that day, no one will ever forget,
You made your poor mother, so very upset,
Pulling the rope, and kicking the chair,
Was there no other way out of here?

By Bianca Cassandra P.

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How I wish to be a butterfly,
I say to myself with a sigh,
Able to fly away so easily,
So many different colours, prettier than a bee,
Lifting itself off the ground,
Without a buzz, not a sound,
To be carried away with the air,
Never having a worry or a care,
Even if it only lasts a day,
It must be great, to be free, to play,
From a creepy,
Of a tree,
To an insect of the skies,
Their tiny round eyes,
The delicate dust,
This is definitely a must,
Wings of weightless material,
Then their two, little aerials,
A body so fine,
I want that to be mine!
Six spindly legs,
Skinnier than pegs!
I bet they never thought they’d be able to do this,
To be caught in the winds,
That would be my only wish,
But then I ask myself with glee,
Do they ever wish to be me?

By Bianca Cassandra P.

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I thought I’d leave my poems off on a happy note with the butterfly poem. Hope you like them :-)!

Looking forward to hearing from you all soon!

- Bianca