fish

maybe the subject is cliche, but that’s okay

Poetry

a fish falls
or that is rises
to death
and a spell is broken
maybe we are all
just waiting to fall
towards the horizon
line
that inescapable far off
resting place
is it escape

i used to watch
where far-off trees met sky
that unreachable space
i was five
and would pine
for that mythical place
the truth is
that the accumulation
of all life
is what death must encase

maybe i’m mistaken but something needs to change

Emotions, Poetry

i sit at my desk
and my head feels like wool
the kind you find next to a sink
old bits of egg within
and its this woolen wit
that makes me want to quit
these passive past times
but it’s difficult to accomplish anything
searching for an ocean in a glass bowl
lacking a shoal or solid goal
but then gold fishes’ memories are short

saltedcod.apoem

Poems, Poetry, Short

One fish under the sea
wondered what he was to be
but if he knew, he would’ve thought it odd
because he was to be salted cod

And one poor fisherman cried in relief
as hunger was quenched, however brief

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Part of a series I did where somewhere would tell me an idea for a poem and I would write it. The idea: Salted Cod, of course.