NanU's Bus - part one of two weeks

So NanU's first of two prompts for the bus was to write about something you like that others don't or vice versa, or something you think they'll like or something... for a more Scientific explanation of the prompt and some other travellers - visit her blog here.

As for me, not unusually - I've tried to follow the prompt but have ended up spinning off in a strange direction that kind of just seems to hint at things I like, and I don't like fishing, but the name fitted the poem, so who am I to judge...

Fishing

We let the grass grow as it wants

Can wear bright coloured shirts

Make lists of silly things

Mix polishing with sliding stockinged feet

We talk for hours saying everything

and never wish to hear an other voice

can wash the wind until it shines

bring our own selves around with every step

See iridescent Tuesdays far ahead

Bedraggled eyes, the maps of long lived time

Split ended thoughts are ours, the things we fed

Are hungry still, and so our lines be thrown

Thanks too to the Fantabulous Mr TFE, Mr Poetry Bus himself who was my last ever guest on the Sunday Scrapbook today, the best possible grand Finalé to the series from my point of view and giving Mr Lynskey a great jumping off point for his taking to the airwaves. Peadar's show can be listened to over here along with all my past guests.