- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Cetacean
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In the summers we were dolphins,
submerged in ocean from sunrise to dinner,
dodging jellyfish and chasing plaice
in over hued sun heated pockets,
while bladderwrack tickled our bellies
and we dreamed of webbed toes
and bigger lungs.
In the winters we left our bodies dry,
in houses and blankets, in jackets
and heavy shoes, and left our souls
to sleep in the deep trenches.
- COMMENTS
MyNecroticSnailover 17 years agochanging plaices (my play on words)
I cannot see to agree with the other comments, looks like a bit of a word jerk for you had a whale of a time.
Don't misunderstand me it is good, just not good enuff for the LOVED IT
and how come I don't see any comments from you over here?
Anonymousover 17 years agobrings the images , wastes nothing...easy to read , no breaks...wavy piece of nature ...blue
Anonymousover 17 years agoA beautifully conceived metaphor, told with lovely images. Mentioned in today's new poem reviews
LeBrozover 17 years agoEasy to relate when starting winter
Already missing summer's exhilaration;
It's not just lack of sun that
Makes the season depressing.
Good contrast.
