Am A Fish Poem by Doris Cornago
Am A Fish
Steel fish sculptures set apart
Harsh against the soft sea
Billowing white clouds
Swimmingly stark
Faraway land
But deep
In my
Core
Sting
Memories
Long departed
Skeletons of the
Past of skewed nets
Dragging against sand
Bottomless sea no longer
My sanctuary, am a fish caught
Manmade sculptures, gory and bloody
Very nice. I like how the indentation in the visual presentation of the poem is shaped sort of like a fish head. Thank you, Doris!
Also for my friend, the king of the alley cats, Mark Lambert, who gets poetic when mad. :)
For my dear friend caught in the same fish net, Jeremy Rodgers, content writer and editor, affable, convivial, living a spartan life in unfriendly Northern Weather (-10 degrees) but doing swimmingly fine. A merry toast to harsh weather everywhere. :)
My sanctuary, am a fish caught Manmade sculptures, gory and .... net and fish as a symbol of the slavery of life........in the case of women especially it is very true.......... thank you dear poetess. tony
Oh yes, Dr Tony. In the case of men, too, it applies. They need to be males and fit into roles. :)
Bro Bernard, you should go to Palawan and see these sculptures, and be reminded that we share the same predicament as they have, the last of our species, entombed while alive.: (
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I would like to translate this poem
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4/26/2024 2:57:47 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Typo: 'see' should be 'safe'.