A poet is like a fisherman
Who waits for his prey-fish
Like a poet who waits for ideas
To grasp with a hook- his brain
The fisherman scans the sea
Like a poet scanning his vast mind
The fisherman is on a boat
Like a poet who floats on hope and confidence
The fisherman’s bait is worms
While the poet’s lure is brainstorming
A fisherman’s catch, he cleans
While the poet’s idea, he revises and edits
The fisherman sells his fish in a market
Like the poet who sells his poem to publishers
And both get money for their work