Fishbowl

Fishbowl

A Poem by Shy Joe


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riding this bike
sailing through the fog
following the river of asphalt
poking out from the blurred
greens, yellows and reds
upon nature's pillars

the air is thick
the colors
vivid against the grey
the only sounds
mechanical repetition
echoing away

homeostasis controlled
fear is gone
locked in place
where you belong



 

© 2017 Shy Joe



Author's Note

Shy Joe
Of everything I have written, I am most proud of this one. I don't know why. I rode my bike through the fog, on a road thick with trees. The way the colors popped out through the grey fog was astonishing. Just trying the capture the moment. Felt like I was in a fishbowl and at some point, would hit the glass.

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nothing like Fall...and the colors, and the quiet ride on a bicycle...no motor, no mechanics, no noise pollution, just that blanket of fog and being lost in the painting of fall...

nicely done, Shy Joe...

last line...should be "nature's"

but wow...the road in the picture reminds me of Vermont in the autumn time.

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Shy Joe

1 Year Ago

Thank you. Grammar and I have never got along. Vermont sounds like a beautiful state.



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Your words pop right out of the poem into my mind as warm, textured images. Perhaps clean snapshots of what you saw during your bike ride.

This was beautiful, exponentially so, in my opinion. Great write, glad read.

Posted 1 Week Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Great imagery throughout. I love the idea of feeling like you're in a fishbowl. With such beautiful, idealistic scenery, it can sometimes seem artificial; like you're on The Truman Show.

Well done!

Posted 4 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

It does sound quite dream like, floating through the fog with beautiful blurry colours going past and the comforting sound of the bike. I am just wondering what you did about 'her' when you got back. Was that the 'you' you refer to in the last line? Lovely poem.

Posted 4 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

nothing like Fall...and the colors, and the quiet ride on a bicycle...no motor, no mechanics, no noise pollution, just that blanket of fog and being lost in the painting of fall...

nicely done, Shy Joe...

last line...should be "nature's"

but wow...the road in the picture reminds me of Vermont in the autumn time.

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Shy Joe

1 Year Ago

Thank you. Grammar and I have never got along. Vermont sounds like a beautiful state.
I loved it! I felt like I was there. I wanna read it over and over!
Nice job :)

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I've never rode a bike through the fog before...it sounds a bit scary, but with a visual like this, I think I'd go for it.

Your first verse is my favorite - the river of asphalt and natures pillars! Great imagery, Joe!

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

such a beautiful picture, Love the imagery in this write as well

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I loved the imagery in this poem. Your use of metaphor was impressive and effective as well. I think this is a definite 10/10! Great work :)

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Added on September 2, 2016
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Tags: fishbowl, fog, nature, bike, ride, surreal, life


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