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

 

 

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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. :)

[Peter Joseph Swanson]

That was soooo very veeeery purdy!

[Jūdan FyreHeart]

Another beautiful cascade of strong images and emotions descending into the lingering final note.