Do You Anchor When the Seabed's Made Of Bones?

There is a taste to your words

a fragrance in the dip of your eyelids

when you look out at the vast sea

I think you are perfume

I think you are mist

the spray of saltwater

caught on my eyelashes

you are a lure

and I, a simple sunfish

shedding scales

and I think,

but I was the siren here

on this dock

a rock in my fist

for the boat

freed from anchor

leaving me

parched

on the shores

my gills trembling

hooked

on the way love is spelled out

in a bottle;

my note will catch on whale's song

breaching

as Jonah casts his line

one more time

for the bones

at the bottom

of the sea

and I turn to condensation

on a mad man's liquor bottle

 

 

copyright:2011vssmd/amusemusepress

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

 

 

Author's Note

~mixing fables~

Reviews

[Ashesh]

when i read your poems the shallow waters of my brain are stired and it gets all murky --like a good trip of joint. and when i start to write review the thoughts condenses. lol. really! your poems are paintings, i fail to describe(if i do, it'll be gebberish! .hehe) but can feel it deeply. think of it as compliment of an ignorant mind. :)

[Joiedevivre]

beautiful simile, almost to the point of synesthesia.

[Eiken]

I love the images in this poem, I feel transported to another world, I felt like a mermaid, great joy to read this:))

[Sukriti Suki]

I love the detail and the way you describe...it takes me to another world...I love the imagery..a treat to read.

[Eile MacIntyre]

I love the title. It's eye catching.

[Alicante lullaby]

i often forget to write my comments but i always read you...your words are so close to my heart.

[Bard Constantine]

Stunning. I can say no more...

[Linear]

Amazing the way you string words together like you do, it's a trip on acid, a way to go

[J.M]

It's strange but reading a work is like taking a journey - you build up a world so vivid that it eclipses whichever we find ourselves in. Beautiful write.

[FireWoman]

I do not usually pick parts of your writing out as it all speaks to me. These particular lines are so palatable I had to:

"I think you are perfume

I think you are mist

the spray of saltwater

caught on my eyelashes

you are a lure

and I, a simple sunfish

shedding scales

and I think,

but I was the siren here..."

Humans are a teensy speck of sand on the beach of life. We, however, encompass a plethora of roles to play; sometimes we are the siren and sometimes we are the song. Lovely Ess.