My heart is a pelican beak.
Opens wide but never sings.
Conceals what the tongue cannot survive.
Drips salt from truths left unchewed.
A pouch tucked with fishbones,
straining to sift the indigestible
Categories:
fishbones, metaphor,
Form: Free verse
She has a good future ahead of her
The roses that grow from her vertebra look to the sun
Intertwined around the marble she calls a mind
The other day she called me crazy
For we share the same dreams
“You got fishbones for brains, kid!
You make nothing but crow calls, what I make is art!”
And her eyes, nestled in soft petals, held spirals
But my sockets held stars
I leapt from my seat and I looked to the sun
I said “Watch me! Just watch me!”
My spine did rattle and those old bones creaked
I made crow calls and chicken scratch, anything I could
And I wrote ‘Me, Myself, and I’ on every blank sheet
No rose, no daisy, nobody but me
Will ever say I didn’t create
Categories:
fishbones, art, color, dedication,
Form: Free verse
If I were a Mermaid
If I were a Mermaid my name would be Margo and I’d live in the deepest blue sea
I’d swim with the dolphins, make friends with the sharks and hope that they wouldn’t eat me
If I were a Mermaid my tail would be gold and my hair would be crimson red
I’d hold it in place with fishbones I found buried deep in the seabed
If I were a Mermaid I’d go to school in a cavern by the bay
My classmates would be clownfish and squid
The teacher a grumpy stingray
If I were a Mermaid I’d frolic and play with the creatures of the sea
The lobsters and shrimp the whales and the crabs
the eels and shy manatees
If I were a Mermaid I’d spend my days watching ships as they travel afar
I’d spend my nights on warm sandy beaches
Making wishes upon shooting stars
If I were a Mermaid I’d dream of pirates and the treasures that they sought
I’d dream of their ships with their tattered white sails and the battles that they fought
If I were a mermaid I would do all these things in my
Home beneath the sea
But I’m not really a mermaid so I’ll just be content
To be the one and only ME
Categories:
fishbones, 3rd grade, 4th grade,
Form: Rhyme
Have you ever
just wanted to
sleep while you
painted eternity bright
and dark, heart on your
left hand slant?
Have you ever wished
fishbones were
somehow the
power to bring tenderness
to the blind deaf and powerful
rulers?
Have you ever peed outside
ass exposed
but who cares cause it's
really relieving the
potential stench that would otherwise?
Have you ever kissed your brother?
Rocked your mother?
Birthed your father?
Talked your sister
into love eternally?
Categories:
fishbones, philosophy,
Form: I do not know?