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Marionette Master

~Marionette Master~    

All my dreams evolve around my wooden floor
Candles and clowns the show must go on


The Moon slowly moves its way into my room
Dust pushes through my window making shadow puppets on my walls
The talent on my walls dance, scaring my sweet dreams away
No cradle-songs tonight
Dangling artisans’ fingertips scratching down my core
Exquisite observation, an alley down “Death Street.”
Panic rattles my bone, 
Stuttering a taste of ma' ma' ma' mama' off my lips
Grandfather clock ticks with every pull of the string
Invisible jellyfish puppets swaying their feelers that sting my site
A superior skill eating away at my fear
I can’t breathe, 
I can’t move,
It dangles!
What can I do?
Carved Marionette figures locked in my head
A game in which trickery and deception are the main events
Staged with an evil sinister mask, sanctioning my nightmares. 
No one to rescue me from the danger of this bedside playground.
The puppeteer engages to provoke me with my own dolls.
A dramatic performance throttles my mind ……. 
I cannot come out from under my blanket,  
I cannot run,
My hands cannot reach the circus print lampshades!
A shadow show played in slow motion!!!
Realizing the moon can pull a world of strings with its own light


Suddenly, boney fingers from the sunrise show me the way…
I look down until my toes touch the cold wooden floor
I creep and creep,
Then I flick on my lamp.
The purple walls swallowed the orgy drawing inspired by the mooned night
A huge diversity of graphic illusions of puppetry in my room vanishes in one click
Mother please no more Pinocchio in my lullabies! ;-) 

Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2012

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WHO IS THE GIANT OF THEM ALL Animals or humans, who is the giant of them all? Bearing a two sheathed wings, the Hercules Beetles crash the Titans (beetle) growing more than six inches. Down the dirty waterways of China is the Mekong catfish extending at ten feet, tummy-filled with one full swallow of a child... Horrible! Godzilla in Japan's sea is the Nomora Jellyfish! However, the tipped nightmare fuel incorporeal spill is not at all hazardous. Jamison Stone, an eleven year old boy, killed almost, this wild giant hog of 1051 lbs. Lizards like the giant Salamanders aren't cute at all-- measuring six feet long: the largest of their kind! Nuisance to Australia's dangerous wildlife, cane toads, originally are found in South and Central America! Power and beauty quiets all his challengers when Percheron runs, runs fast in a horse race! Savory staple is the spider Crab but warning! Their claws can do some serious damage! Under a tree, don't be shock of the flying fox: vampires to sweet-juices of fruits in New Guinea... Weighing over a ton, Trigger is the cow for truckload of macs! Xenopos are Cameroon Goliath that can live up to fifteen years. Yes, humans are tough but compared to these behemoths, zings we have are just their toys! ______________________________________________________________________ ***Source: and ***nightmare fuel - stingray; flying-fox - bat ==Sponsor Name: Broken Wings== =Contest Name: Trashed #2= ==6th place== O. E. Guillermo 2:49pm, September 04, 2015

Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser | Year Posted 2015

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In the Shallows

           I bent over to touch my toes
               and the ground tore open like a backbone.

I tried to feed myself the sky;
to splice my tearducts into the universe 
so that, when the pavement cried, it would mean something to me.
My fingernails punctured that slimy membrane
congealed with stars, 
and I brought a slice of it to my lips,
hot and slippery like a jellyfish.
Peach juice, chalky-sweet, flowed,
fleshy particles snagged in my teeth,
and the colors erupted within my mouth.

Synthesia took over my lungs.
The hollows between my knuckles flooded with synovia
and all the ectoplasm threatened to separate from my cells
with a sound like thunder.
Diphthong tasted rusty like leukoplakia as it tiptoed across my tongue.
Tomorrow rose like the skeletons of trees, 
groping for a feeling similar to catharsis
[catharsis tender as the broken wings of doves,
crunching underfoot like shattered glass.]

The clouds opened their thunderous maws
- teeth snicker-snacking, lamplight-eyes flaming the color of E#'s -
and consumed me.
I felt my skin turn to something other than skin:
thick and rough with scales,
my fingerprints melting into something waxen, smooth and opaque,
like pomegranate kisses on coffee mugs.
A feeling ignited deep in my structure;
cedillas blossoming like lilies from my lips,
fragmented sentences stretching taut as guitar strings
between my thumb and forefingers.  
A flutter gentle and demonic as Calcifer erupted from my system
- splattering hot and frothing into my hand -
and fluid rushed in.

   I dared to taste oblivion,
       and the sky swallowed me. 

My lungs failed to be lungs.
They flooded with caustic matter,
and I coughed up reflections sharp as fiberglass;
fighting with organs phthisical and sore.
I struggled to find a way to describe it:
the feeling of consuming something greater than yourself,
of opening your eyes and tasting the sound of rain.
It was like swimming, 
but inside out.

            I bent over to touch my toes,
              and my spine tore open;
            the loose laces unraveling, veterbrae poking out
          like the tines of forks.
            I tried to contort myself into the beginning,
              but I only found where I end.

Copyright © Elizabeth Nathaniel | Year Posted 2012

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jellyfish back strophe

she disturbs meaning
in rhythmic pulsation
exciting to fluorescence a deeply subtext'd verse;
'but don't mistake a stinging strophe for arrogance.'

'that's just fierce presence,'
moved by waves of astonishment 
cascading through a nervous and vascular system
spontaneously overflowed  

                                          sea through

with a reaching iridescent tentacle
she simply, elegantly, fluoresces a gleam in your eyes

Copyright © Jerry Whalley | Year Posted 2009

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Oceans Symphony

Bloom of jellyfish Beethoven's Ninth, Ode to Joy Muted Symphony

Copyright © Rollo West | Year Posted 2012

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Boat ride on the Chilika Lake

The boatman jabbered, “Ten rupees for each,
For a cool ride down the Chilika Lake”,
We egged on the elders, their child within,

The wooden boat, barely a few feet long,
Holding hands, brown and sturdy we climbed on,
Through the obtuse bending, welcomed us warm,

The boatman oars, stirs still waters about,
Tall grasses tickle the sides of the boat,
Nudging it slow, out of the serene shore,

The soft mud surfaced, soon bubbled away,
A leaf large of lotus gladly made way,
The frog caught lounging, swiftly dived away,

The evening sky, bright orange and gleaming,
A beautiful sun preparing to ease,
Right under the horizon, cackling geese,

Jellyfish soaring to breathe in the play,
White bodies against transient amber haze,
Surrounding our boat to pay their homage

Graceful ivory cranes, their young and new,
Downy feathers fluff, their eyes start to droop,
In the tangerine sundown, sight to scoop, 

The bank reached, the journey hypnotic,
As the beauty of nature, exotic,
A mystic boat ride on Chilika Lake!

Copyright © Sudha Ranganathan | Year Posted 2014

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Oh what a sad sight When I went to the beach tonight Twelve jellyfish washed up on the beach Caught out by the tide, now its out of reach Like transparent gelatinous dinner plates lying in the sand The swirling tide confused them – they are no good on the land received N/A in Out of Water contest - Sponsor said it was due to a technical glitch 18th June 2014

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2014

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The Wild Kingdom

Brown Bear
King Snake
X-ray Fish

Copyright © Sienna Muniz | Year Posted 2010

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Birds at Sea

Adrift upon the ocean  
bob a bunch of resting birds.
What is it that they call themselves?
A flock or school or herd?

Could it be this feathered colony  
is a band or horde at best
No screeches, calls or gaggling,
they don’t brood or crowd or nest

Spread out like black freckles,
birds are shuffled by default.
Flavoring the ocean
dash of pepper to sea’s salt

Not gliding like mighty albatross
with wingspan strong and wide.
Or dancing with the currents
right by the dolphins side

Just floating in the middle
between the blue and green
Neither soaring in the heavens
or a coral dance routine  

And there, what’s that beneath them,
beyond their paddling feet
Just some strange attraction?
Or friends they’re yet to greet.

A sudden splash of water!
Could it be a pod of whales?  
Or the giggle of a baby seal,
nipping at their tails.

Will they look right through the jellyfish,
that flash and throb and group
to the gathering bunch of mackerel
congregating in the soup

But no, they’re not much bothered
by the party in full swing.
They just gossip amongst each other
While cleaning weathered wings

Waiting for the wind to change
On the ocean they sit tight
Regaining all that energy
needed to take flight

So what's its name, this party?
Of primp and craning necks.
In the skies they flock together
On the ocean, they’re a wreck!

Copyright © Grant Norwood | Year Posted 2016

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FROM SUNSET TO SUNRISE Her clinging mermaid-figure, auburn hair - french braid-chaste. Pearl’s arms circumnavigate his nautical-neck. Strong arms gird her waist. His hands, like the current, draw her in. She inhales with fingers laced. Like the sublime shoreline, their outlines traced. Water and sand swirl around their feet, hearkening to the flautist-tide. Pearl’s arms circumnavigate his nautical-neck. Strong arms gird her waist. The sky, stars, and moon vanish - in a lover’s cove, they hide. Recognized with a full-moon revelation - no disguise, She is likely to drown in the whirlpool of his eyes. With the whispers of his high-tide love, she does rise, Answering in kind - breathing in and out her replies, As their lifetime stretches from sunset to sunrise. The aquamarine of Pearl’s eyes match her swimming gown. She is likely to drown in the whirlpool of his eyes, Snatched by the undercurrent, of her lover’s seaweed crown. The shrieking seagull o’erhead, her memory recalls. The darkened lighthouse, stronghold sinking, falls. Feet weeping on serrated shells, his footprints lost in sandy halls. His sea-drenched bodysuit, her frightened squalls. Inlet eyes, stained red, revere venomous jellyfish - tentacled balls. A shallow survivor - her lover’s footprints she could not save. The darkened lighthouse, stronghold sinking, falls. She dives into the cold abyss of a mourner’s grave. Pearl will find her eternal love, beyond the sun’s rays. 11/2/2017 Laura Loo’s Rhyme Time II Contest

Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2017

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Leviathan Lucidity

And I saw a new heaven and a 
new earth: for the first heaven
and the first earth were passed
away; and there was no more sea
— Rev. 21:1

Satan is king of the sea
When he was cast out of heaven,
his star fell into the midst of the deep
And the dreaded armor-scaled whale arose,
with destroying breaker waves
An unholy submarine terror is he
Jellyfish can fatally sting,
and Great white sharks 
are devouring deadly
But the biggest, baddest fish in the sea
is Leviathan ... he’s the one
who swallowed up Jaws, baby
Moby Dick ain’t nothing but a mere goldfish
compared to this dark-scaled monstrosity
This hulking behemoth rules the sea — 
King Poseidon ain’t nothing but a cabin boy,
his trident weapon is just a plastic fork toy
Mythical tales 
drawn from the deep fountain fears of man
It’s frighteningly obvious indeed,
Leviathan rules the sea
King Neptune ain’t nothing but a fable,
a man-made up story water balloon
I’m sorry to burst the bubble,
all you doubters
Mythical tales 
drawn from the deep fear wells of man
Yes, Leviathan is bad as they come ...
he will drag you 20,000 leagues under the sea,
my doubting daughter and son
Leviathan ain’t no tall tale;
he will swallow you whole,
then vomit your soul 
into the bowels of hell
It’s scary obvious to me,
Leviathan rules the sea
Wake up from your watery sleep, people
Satan is real ...when will you believe?!
No worries though ...
in the end, God prevails over the Devil
This is so comforting to me — 
for in the new earth there will be no sea

Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2017

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Alphabetical animals all around:
Angry army ants,
Busy buzzing bees,
Carousing calico cats,
Dancing dolphin duo,
Eerie electric eels
Fancy feathered flamingos,
Graceful grey geese,
Harmless hairy hamsters,
Interesting itchy insects,
Jolly Japanese jellyfish,
Karate kicking kangaroos,
Lonely little lizards,
Many mischievous monkeys,
Numerous nearsighted newts,
Old ornery otters,
Pretty pink pelicans.
Quick quacking quail,
Rockin’ Red Robins,
Slimy sea slugs,
Terrifying Tibetan tigers,
Upstanding undulating umbrellabirds,
Vicious vandalizing vultures,
Warbling white whipperwills,
Exotic examining extraterrestrials,
Yellow yoked yaks,
Zonked zoo zebras.

Copyright © Tracy Martin | Year Posted 2013

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SpongeBob SquarePants: Patrick Star Sonnet

Patrick Star is quite an odd ole starfish. 

Considering he’s a star, pointy, and bright pink. 

The Krabby Patty is one of his favorite dish. 

Bikini Bottom know that Patrick stink. 

Only a job at the Chum Bucket and Krusty Krab. 

Patrick loves to be with his friend SpongeBob.

He always go to Sandy’s to destroy her lab. 

Patrick eat and chews on nasty pink gum blob.

Run to Squidward who despises yellow. 

Patrick loves to fish at Jellyfish Fields. 

Plankton find Patrick to be extremely slow. 

Secretes from SpongeBob was very concealed. 

Patrick Star does live under a brown rock.

Patrick Star will always give you an shock.

Copyright © Briana Williams | Year Posted 2015

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Water of Life

Listen to poem:
What difference to me
Is the source of the pain,
From an ancient salt ocean
Or a pool of spring rain.

The clever deceptions
Of color, grace and form
Veil the singular predations
Of a savage, feeding swarm.

From deadly microbe
To frenzied piranha,
Shocking my tingler to
The Great White Flick O' Rama.

The water of life shall be
The death of me this year.
Coincidentally, it is ice that soothes
My puffy, red jellyfish tears.

Copyright © Tom Arnone | Year Posted 2016

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Beachside Food and Drink Slinks

A is for algae, red, green, blue cells, soaking up sun, sliming teeth 
B is for bacterial mat, clumping underneath, earliest born, never asleep

C is for coral reef, the place we all find cover or the sand parrotfish chew and release
D is for diatom, all seeded calcium, all float free, all denizens barely seen

E is for eelgrass, nursery meadows of the anchovy, and other browsers of green 
F is for fan worm, filter feeder like a flower, 8000 species on which fish feed

G is for giant kelp, floating on bladders of air they’re forests of cold waters clean
H is for helmet, the royalty of snails who protect our feet, queen, emperor, king

I is for isopod, the chameleon crustacean, they color match what they eat
J is for jellyball, or cannonball jellyfish, not upside down or moon, avoid their heat

K is for keyhole limpet, favorite food of ochre stars, will erect its own wall
L is for laver, the sea lettuce of nori, it swirls red skirt as ocean falls

M is for mermaid’s purse, the sack of the skate whose yolk keeps them alive
N is for nerite, the prisoner striped snail of the rocky zone as numerous as a hive

O is for oyster drills, the snails that slurp oysters and use them to lay eggs
P is for pleurobranch, a sea slug answer for oranges, with one active leg

Q is for quahog, the bivalve seaman who can survive eating the mud
R is for rove beetle, the one waiting to snatch the unwary beach hopper for good

S is for saxitoxin, those red tides produced by mating that can paralyze humans
T is for tubular sponge, they squish, bore and encrust as space lends

U is for urchin, those spiny skinned balls, no eyes or noses but dig food in sand 
V is for Venus, Music Volutes dined or Vampire Squids skimming along land

W is for whelk, not the musically inclined, but the slow moving snail in a shell
X is for X and a half, the six rayed star, hungry for anything on the half shell

Y is for yucca, blooming on the beach, they bloom nice and tolerate the sand
Z is for Zostera marinara, the address of eel grass when they're feeling grand

All of this green life is what crunches, stinks, dries and slips underfoot
The rest that find the housing and dining compatible means someone’s on the look.

Copyright © Sheri Fresonke Harper | Year Posted 2013

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A Clowder Of Cats And A Murder Of Crows

For those avid crossword groupies of which I are one,
I'm offering free of charge vital data to add to your fun.

So you're stuck on 15-down for the name of a barren of mules!
Groups of creatures you can now name if you use this set of rules!

A group of apes is a shrewdness and a gang of asses is a pace.
Tigers are a streak and you'd better streak should they give chase!

Can you believe that skittish plovers are called a congregation?
(I wonder, perhaps Baptist, Lutheran, Catholic or other denomination?)

You might see a cackle of hyenas or a tower of giraffes at zoos,
Or if on a Kenyan safari a bloat of hippos or a fleet herd of gnus.

The name for a prickle of porcupines is an appropriate moniker for sure!
A sleek bunch of ferrets is called a business, and, why, I'm unsure.

Pesky squirrels are called a scurry and a warren is for rabbits.
(There are many warrens of rabbits due to their promiscuous habits!)

Badgers are grouped as a cete and leopards are known as a leap;
Moles are known as a labor and a herd or drove identifies sheep.

Parliaments of owls meet in trees and eagles in convocations.
Jellyfish waft about in smacks and peacocks strut in ostentations!

Screeching cormorants are a gulp which sounds mighty weird.
Steer clear of a crash of rhinos since they are to be feared!

Charming finches are called a charm and larks an exaltation,
Turkeys a rafter, frogs an army and starlings a murmuration.

Locusts are known as a plague and cockroaches an intrusion.
An unkindness of ravens and their raucous caws just causes confusion!

Groups of humans are known as Republicans, Democrats or Nazarenes,
Jerks and morons but this barely includes all human species by any means!

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) 2014 All Rights Reserved

Copyright © Robert L. Hinshaw | Year Posted 2014

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We Danced

I penned a couplet for you today.
Rather, a quill manipulated
my hand and scrawled mendacity.
The misanthrope's who read the ode
applauded with flippers on.

Such insight. Such depth.

Mussolini meets Monet and
the Mephistopheles Mambo mounts.
Call me a scribe and I murder myself.
Call me a liar and I impregnate your charm.

I purposely dislocated my arm today.
Rather, your tongue severed bone
and flesh was torn from my shoulder;
a needed braised boomerang
to stimulate my poetic prowess.

Such clarity. Such wisdom.

Lenin leads Lichtenstein and
the Lucifer Lindy is launched.
Call me a poet and I gnarl my fingers.
Call me a fabulist and I bow to a crooked smile.

A jellyfish swam through my veins today.
Rather, the tentacles of a tyrant
triggered a fabricated Tanka.
Maudlin stumbles when I laugh alone -
more comedic when we cackle together.

Such simplicity. Such compassion.

Bundy befriends Berchtold and
the Beelzebub Bossa Nova begins.
Call me a dramatist and I gag upon reflection.
Call me a simpleton and your wishes are granted.

I solemnly yearn to expire today.
Rather, a fool fires in a fury
and a mannequin lies in his casket.
The curse you've driven towards me -
a combination menu
when a lone Woolf inconspicously
devours a battered Browning.

Such diversity. Such nothingness.

Stalin seduces Seurat and
the Satanic Samba softly swoons.
Call me a parodist and I choke upon perfection.
Call me a realist when I'm sleeping on nails.

Copyright © John Heck | Year Posted 2009

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Jellyfish at the Beach

Tendrils so meekly
Come over to meet me- looms!
Pink rays, stings, oh ouch!

Copyright © Susan Mills | Year Posted 2010

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Little Tiny Jellyfish

Little tiny Jellyfish, you look like gobs of snot. Then I went and stepped on you and found out your not. Little tiny Jellyfish, your kiss really hurts a lot. Next time that I walk the beach, on snot I will step not.
Nothing else I tried worked except for something silly. For "Jellyfish at the Beach" contest Hosted by Susan Mills Placement: 7th place For the contest: Any Funny Poem Placement: 12th

Copyright © Paula Swanson | Year Posted 2010

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Day by the Sea

Fish and chips salty air
Big fat bottoms sat on stripy deck chairs
Sticks of rock candy floss and bottles of soda pop
Sand castles and buckets and spades
Dad with binoculars pretending to look out to sea
But looking at the bikini hot babes
Little child paddles in the sea
Little child has a pee
Ice cream and jellyfish 
Punch and Judy ventriloquists 
Bare flesh everywhere sea breeze tussles hair
Walruses laid on beach towels everywhere
Courting couples walking hand in hand
Games of cricket and Beach ball on the sand
Annoying music steaming from someone's radio
A scream goes out as a crab bites someone's toe
The smell of suntan lotion mixed with sweat
And the smell of cigarettes
Waves rolling upon the shore
A baby wanting it's diaper changing lets out a might roar
Burgers and hot dog's from a van
Guy's with muscles parading the beach as though saying to the girls
Look at me I'm all real man
As the girls giggle and wiggle
As the hot Sun smiles down
On a day by the sea.

Peter Dome.Copyright.2015. May.

Copyright © Peter Dome | Year Posted 2015

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Glass Art Haiku Trio

the heart of a prince beats a rhythm of passion his reign of purple jellyfish frozen In Technicolor beauty the glassy ocean in my crystal dream sailing ripples of a sea stained in blues and greens Written 5/28/2016 for Skat's Glass Art Haiku Contest Based on pictures #5, 7 and 8 (see above) JOINED POETRY SOUP 12/23/09

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2016

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Which Fish Lures You

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 man_Coral_Reef.jpg

Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2014

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Jelly-Belly --- for contest

She went to the beach on a whim She jumped in the water to swim Her belly,... it wiggled ! Her bottom,... it jiggled ! The jellyfish thought she was kin !!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Limerick Contest Sponsored by Jan Allison 4/25/15

Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2015

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The Jellyfish Beach


Jumping up and down at the age of seven,
Ready to go by the time it was eleven.

Hand in hand us four went down,
Dad,Sis, Little Sis and I, holding no frown,

Until we reached the edge of the sand,
When Sis exclaimed,"Oh my land!"

For there as far as the sea,
Were giant jellyfish as lifeless as tea.

Before Dad could yell,
On one I almost fell,

There and then, I looked for my sake,
That the jellyfish seemed to wriggle and shake,

Screaming a scream too high to seem,
Like a human's voice inside the theme,

Of a lovely, sunny morning.
Thank goodness it was only my imagination forming.

So we trudged back in sadness,
For the morning suddenly turned to blandness.

Yet it stuck to my mind,
Reminding me in every kind,

Of way to watch where I go as I talk,
Especially when I walk,

Onto a beach,
That's in a jellyfish's reach.

Copyright © Sarah P. | Year Posted 2015

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jellyfish experience haiku

jellyfish swims by
not concerned with me at all
feelings similar

Copyright © Marty King | Year Posted 2015