Cotton Fish

A re-write of sorts, one that I come back to time and time again, always changes and evolves for me.

Cotton fish float upon a wooden sea,

Swimming round an island square and plastic,

Warm liquid caught within ceramic boats,

Coughing thunder floats down so caustic.

 

A crying god looking down at creation,

Flat and solid but stained with coffee,

Tears hit the cloth for the unknown time,

Tins of chocolate strewn like toffee.

 

A letter open on the dry land of books,

Blue and green symbols of misery read,

The God looks up to a sky of white,

Her Mother, in words, is now dead.

 

Reviews

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Thomas... "a tree grows in Brooklyn"... out of a cement sidewalk.
Perhaps this is the time we should save what is left of our beautiful land and
clear running waters. People are so cruel to criticize when money is not spent on
Towering airtight buildings to house people. Many of us would want to start Communities for Immigrants where Builders and Electricians and the like would teach people the skills they know so their Community could grow... whereby Agriculture experts could teach people to grow their own food and raise their own Cattle, and thereby... Save our Earth. When will Rocket Scientists become Wise and save our Planet.
I love to plant grape vines and Cherry trees and blueberry and raspberry bushes. We have the Bumble Bees to pollinate and Queen Bees to cooperate and give us Honey, and the list goes on. truly, Pat x

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Thank you.

[Poetic Beauty]

The destruction of nature will be the destruction of all thing.

[johnnyqueer]

This is beautifully written! I read it multiple times!

[Neville]

Evolution is a fact of life.. if it wasn't, I would probably still be an amoeba.... All jests aside.. these words of yours are like looking in a mirror and seeing beyond just the reflection, but a greater reality... stay safe

Neville

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Thank you.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

we just kill her don't we...?
and think nothing of it.
coffee stains and weathered skin...cream in that pollution?
a river of tears.
j.

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Thank you.

[Sami Khalil]

Sad and true;one that makes us cringe or blue. Your voice is loud and clear with a tear. Keep it real and let us steer the ship together.

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Thank you.

[Sami Khalil]

Welcome .......

[MOON]

Lyrical write , look what we become. Poignant.

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Thank you.

[Chris Shaw]

We have abused our beautiful planet shamefully. Your poem has given me imagery of devastation and I share in the pain woven throughout these lines. Poems are never finished in my opinion. They are always worth revisiting. A strong write Thomas.

Chris

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Thank you.

[Einstein Noodle]

strong emotive write my friend :( deep pain in our wanten wasting and destruction of our worlds ... earth, sea and sky ... how God must cry .. the Garden long since left behind us :((
E.

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Thank you.