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Yay Words! 
“They have these dry things
– poor dears –
to tell them what to think.
How hard life must be
for a captive in air.”
.
a new tank
adorns the study table –
I keep wondering
if my little fish will eye me
as a fish-eating creature .?
.
endless…
the search for infinity
in my tiny bowl
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to be
a fish that swims
endlessly
in your heart, or
to be your heart
swirling round in
aquarium[glass jar]
the frog exclaims ‘well’
endless journey
effortless swings
my goals reel back
learning to read
she mouths the words
w-a-r-m a-i-r
lonely waters –
the far away look
in the goldfish’s eye
good one…
thanks Anitha 🙂
no longer able to leave home we brought the world to her
That is great Ellen!
thank you
morning after …
the spell from the frog’s
kiss
lazy afternoon…
words swim back and forth
in two separate worlds
fishing around
i found no whirls
warmer sighs weave
Reblogged this on A Walk In Haiku.
red dawn the blurred word wakes
the world beyond our touch –
when will we have the courage
to leap
into the unknown
out of myself from water into air
this novel takes me into another fantasy
beyond the glass walls of my universe
imagining freedom
dockside bar —
how long until
I see mermaids?
🙂
warmer in side
colder outside
child hood memories
escaping
this glass world
through the pages
my friend tells me
to be more piscean–
even as I search within
the deepest tides,
I become more lost
perigee moon
i lose myself
in a fairy tale
inside a bowl where freedom
whale’s tale —
if fish is one the menu
it must be lent
whale’s tale —
if fish is on the menu
it must be lent
I wake up in the middle of
a river through an indigo
glow I see you there are no
words in your eyes I wait
for just the right time
I try to avoid
his piercing gaze
afraid he will find
the mermaid in me . . .
untold story
This bowl–
so much smaller
than eyes.
In small enough spaces,
We all seem monsters.
gold fish your life an open book
&
glass wall-
sound of the sea
on the other side
hot beverage
in ceramic cup
hot and cold love
between the pages
swimming words have
captured my imagination
overunder the rhythm of nursery rhymes
in the sea
good and evil-
a pearl
This fits so lovely-ly.
circumspect ~
how long does it take
to be born?
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the sound of words
this distance between us
another world
fairy tales
after the book
the movie
Just wanted to say that you’ve had some really great response poems, and I’ve noticed. 🙂