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A yellow-tailed angelfish
flashed his tail at me.
His shimmering skin was all aglow,
as he wiggled his fins and waved hello.
Copyright © Darlene Gifford | Year Posted 2014
It’s said there are many fish in the sea
So which type of fish would you choose to be
The sharks and jellyfish I would avoid
Swimming with dolphins I’ve always enjoyed
Tropical river queens are angelfish
To mate with one of them, male species wish
All fish seem to evade barracuda
Even powerful, albacore tuna
But of all fish swimming in lakes and seas
There’s just one with humor that seeks to please
Clownfish perform an amusing sea dance
With host fish before they take residence
If given my choice, a clownfish I’d be
There’s no greater gift than laughter to me
*Written June 30, 2014
Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2014
Yellow Butterflyfish and Snakeskin Discus
swim freely in this life I call an aquarium-
I see a Purple Regal Tang as the Pufferfish
sang with a melody like a sweet guitar strum.
Blue and pink coral, like a make-believe floral
stand strong and tall in the salt-watered tank-
The lemon green Laurel streams along so eternal
as the Orange Angelfish swim along the bank.
A Red-Tailed Crab and a slimy Snail like to grab
food sprinkled from the main aquarium caretaker-
Instead of eating scraps they find a lily pad
to rest and continue being nosey spectators.
Is this just a dream? Is my life not as it seems?
Cuz’ when I look around along the ground
my human reflection is all I unbelievably see-
This life that I have found, I just sit here profound
gazing at the amazing life of salt water beauty.
Oh no! I see a Reef Shark and I start to embark
on my way towards the side of the glass-
I find relief in the belief that he may depart
since he comes from a breed of a docile class.
Rainbow Sea Stars you can see from afar
with hues like a pink and yellow sunset-
What a lovely sight! I can’t forget the spark
of her glowing romantic shaded silhouette.
A Painted Turtle guy who caught my fascination
wandering in front of me slower than a snail-
A super fertile Ray lays her eggs with illumination
as the Foxface Rabbitfish flips her yellow tail.
Living in a tank of salt is obviously my true calling,
even though I always wanted to be a veterinarian-
My true wish is to live with fish,
for in water there is no falling-
Floating, swimming, kicking with a swish,
I love my life in a beautiful aquarium.
Theme: Life In An Aquarium
February 15, 2017
Copyright © Laura Loo | Year Posted 2017
Surgery waiting room clocks move very slowly.
Pages in the books people brought with them are read over and over again without the reader ever knowing what it is they read. Magazines are picked up and put down again without being opened. Windows are looked out of without the view outside ever being seen.
And, the clock hardly moves.
If fish could be described as pacing back and forth, that is what the angelfish in the oversized aquarium appear to be doing. People sit in one chair, get up, walk around and sit in another chair, as if that one will bring them better results. Bathrooms are entered and exited and the faces reflected in the mirrors within look more worried than the person looking at the reflection had hoped to see.
And, the clock has barely moved.
Hands that are seldom held are being held by friends and family. Hugs that are seldom shared are being freely distributed. Vending machines are being stared at for minutes at a time, but items are seldom purchased.
And, the clock remains the same.
Each new person that enters the room attracts every eyeball wondering if that person’s loved one is in better or worse shape than the one they are waiting on. Then, the eyes return to the page that has been read fifty times; the magazine that remains unopened; or the window that looks out to an unseen scene. Cell phones ring. Strangers learn the story of other strangers through one sided phone conversations.
And, the clock appears to have stalled.
As surgeons enter the room, everyone listens for their name to be called. You watch other families converse with the doctor, gather their belongings and relocate to other rooms with slow moving clocks.
Once you hear your name, your anxiety heightens and you learn the status of your loved one. You gather your belongings to sit vigil by your patient’s side to be there when they awake. Upon leaving the room, you glance one last time at the waiting room clock and notice it has skipped ahead seven hours.
You leave the few remaining anxious strangers behind and hope to never have to see that surgery waiting room clock ever again.
Copyright © Joe Flach | Year Posted 2013
warmth he once offered had vanished
only twisted words from his deceptive mouth
his eyes were empty
trying for years to restore his passion
where was the tenderness he once gave freely
apathy now abounded instead
he blamed me at first, so I bought new lingerie
got a manicure, pedicure and special hairdo
still, he said he felt nothing
after I left, I hired a sculptor
he chiseled a heart out of ice
metaphor for what he was missing
the heart was delivered to his door
he placed it in an ice bucket
went out to seek angelfish
many fish he caught that day, but no angels
when he brought them home
all had been spoiled
the frozen heart had melted, just as intended
but he never felt warmth inside again
sometimes what’s missing cannot be restored
*Entry For Susan Burch’s “Missing” contest
Written March 2, 2012
Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2012
We saved up all our money and finally said, “I do”, looking forward to our marital bliss and honeymoon in Hawaii. I wondered what it would be like to walk hand and hand along the shore with my new husband. We would be on an island oasis sleeping in a tiny hut with palm trees floating above us like drifting clouds. We arrived and all we could see was blue waters and sandy beaches. We knew we would have the trip of a lifetime from the moment we stepped off the plane. Lays were gently placed around our necks and I could smell the florals of hibiscus plants. Nothing could stop our love from blooming into moments of romance and joy.
The first day we shared passion along pebbled beach. Alone in our own haven sleeping under the clear twilit stars. True love was ahead of us and we knew the life we had started would become our greatest gift indeed. How could God create such a beautiful sanctuary on earth? The second day we swam with the dolphins along Waikiki shores. My dolphin’s name was Jenny and man, was she gorgeous! She had the most beautiful hazel eyes and longest tipped nose. She blew water through her hole and it splashed in my face. I felt refreshed and calm at the same time.
passion on the shore
God’s beautiful creation-
The next few days we went to a luau and drank Mai-tais with another couple we met on their honeymoon also. We laughed so hard we cried and enjoyed each other’s company. We ate meals under the moon as the clear night sky shined above us. We went out on a yacht and went scuba diving for fun. I enjoyed it much better than I ever thought I would. The angel fish swept up against my legs and I took pictures with a waterproof camera of the rainbow-colored coral. When we were about to leave a sadness flowed over me. I didn’t want to leave such a stunning location where we shared our once and a lifetime trip. Our honeymoon was perfect and I can only hope one day we can travel back to Hawaii and enjoy that romance we shared back in 2002. God bless our vacation and God bless our love.
so much laughter shared
Angelfish and coral hope-
trip of a lifetime
August 1, 2017
Copyright © Laura Loo | Year Posted 2017
The Seasons heaven inspired Summer
Jousting feasting + dancing diversions
Love exquisite reflection in the mirror
Tinned soup shelves in the village store
wicked chocolate sauce nutty ice-cream
Crimson berries golden mountains blue
shadows unhinged white double doors
wide stairs tall fellow with a strong chin.
She came up to him and cleverly kissed
Fifties beatnik style polo necks corduroy
Feline supermodels prowl the catwalk
where fun and happiness are the rule.
Colorful passion ,friendship + intimacy.
Sharing wonderfully warm magical elixir
See roomfuls of naked women bathing.
A tribute to your beauty be immortalized
feel fantastically alive Queen Goddess.
Permission to kiss every inch of the body
Girlfriends dancing , whirling + stomping.
Plush velvet sofas lead light lampshades
Playing pieces of music body of a cello.
Tea-pots doilies darling babies parties
Fix the favorite feeling fabulous pleasure
Keep the juice alive flavour rhapsody.
Remember your gloriousness leisure.
Angelfish pillows, enjoy the nice things.
Copyright © Mariana pavlich | Year Posted 2006