I slipped on a rock by the ocean
and fell down below the surface,
sinking
slowly
past
seaweed
and
school
fish,
to the silted, still, below.
I sat swathed in the dusk
of a bottomed sea,
foaming from the cracks in my skin,
the dark places the water blithely pried into,
like fingers, wriggling, and ripping outward.
Up
Up
Are octopi
and whales,
sharks
and jellyfish,
seahorses
frolicsome in a sunlit drape,
suspended like playthings from worn out
shoestrings–
I sat on the floor in silence.
I am really quite glad I stumbled across this powerful poem.
You have a stunning command of the English vocabulary and you show it with this creation. Please submit this, it can win some awards.
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Thank you so much! I’m glad you liked it.
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