Fish One, Me None

Fish…stop looking at me like that!

Fish One, Me None
Fish One, Me None…the pretend fisherman

A silver dash through water clear,
light shards dancing in striped ripple,
spayed out broken fingers, tippled in fear,
and this desperate fish tossing and turning,
my line whizzing in time through the wake,
the lapping, curious slapping against the hull.

Closer as I reel him in,
his rainbow scales shimmering,
his eyes so black, determined
pulling hard against the slack,
the surface ever nearing his final breath,
and I now bereft of wanting death.

As I lifted him out, his violent twitching,
mouth a gaping, my heart sank
to see his aged marks,
his battle wounds and scars,
and so pretty his silvery coat,
his wanting life so close.

In thought of all he had been through,
his water life and so persistent to
leave my cruel hands and swim away,
I knew right then, this fish
did not deserve my cutting short his reign,
and so I removed that hook and kissed his crooked look,
and watch him swim away.

Tony DeLorger © 2016

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Tony DeLorger

Full time author, freelance writer, poet and blogger since 1999. Twenty one published works, past winner of 'Poet of the Year' on HubPages, 'Poem of the Year' on The Creative Exiles, writer for, Google+, videos on YouTube and book sales on website, Amazon and

8 thoughts on “Fish One, Me None

  • August 22, 2016 at 6:04 AM

    Good on you, Tony, doing a “Rex Hunt”letting the fish swim away. I loved this poem.

    • August 22, 2016 at 6:15 PM

      Although I’m not vegetarian, I hate the thought of killing anything. A hypocrite I suppose, but I believe we’ve always needed meat as a source of nutrients required to keep us evolving. In an apocalypse, I’d probably starve to death. lol Glad you enjoyed it John.

  • August 22, 2016 at 9:34 AM

    I’ve never fished myself, only observed with resistance. I think if I were left to fend for myself on the land, I would surely go hungry. The eyes of an any animal would get me every time. I was so happy that you let it go. Well done Tony.


  • August 22, 2016 at 6:16 PM

    Exactly the same Mel, If food didn’t come out of a freezer, Id be dead for sure. Cheers!

  • August 24, 2016 at 1:34 AM

    Thanks Phyllis, yes in the apocalypse, I’ll been one of the first to go. LOL

  • September 17, 2016 at 11:58 AM

    I love the story of the poets day fishing. I have fished my whole life and never caught a fish only a turtle once. Jamie

  • September 17, 2016 at 8:29 PM

    Yes I’m no hunter of fisherman, life is precious. I suppose I am a hypocrite, and should be a vegan, but I also know the importance of nutrition. I just don’t want to kill anything. Being human isn’t easy! Cheers!


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