Reflected light is shimmering here,
finding me floundering in my fluff,
gazing at this shattered glass
as I dance, dance away, away.
I cut my bare toes -
sixty steps to the minute,
those sixty seconds, sixty seconds:
click-click, tick-tock, bop-bop.
Your shine dims like a dull, dull dime
in my battered brain, seeing the blood
on my toes, as they dance, prance
on the shattered shimmering glass.
A battered brain is shapeless stuff
that lets me flounder in my fluff.
The shattered brain sees shattered glass.
They'll take this tumour away.
Will humour return, humanity remain,
once I've danced, pranced
for those surgical folk in masks
who'll take knives to my brain?
(6/7 Feb 2023)
Categories:
floundering, anxiety, dance, emotions, hip
Form: Free verse
Formidable floundering frisky fish followed furiously,
Flogging fourteen flustered freshman froggies
Furious followers filed fine-tuning finesse
Frostily furthering fruitless froggy fortitude.
Categories:
floundering, 2nd grade, 3rd grade,
Form: Alliteration
While you are floundering there on the beach
A whole ocean lies just out of your reach.
What could have brought you into this sad state?
Are there not tide pools still in your purview?
Eyes that migrated till on the same side,
You have to lie flat in order to hide,
And thus camouflaged still view surroundings,
Evolution's quite strange way to be kind.
Were you not gifted with intelligence,
Or is your plight simply self-indulgence
Of a kind that's hell-bent on your ruin?
Why search for your answers on desert sand?
Depression, friend, may be deep, dark, and cool,
But its temptations can't very long fool
You into thinking you don't need to breathe.
Out of water, the air can't give you air.
Is there no one who's in love with your rhyme,
None who appreciates your gift of time,
No gifting from Heaven, just tears from Hell?
You just need rest, you're far from rock bottom.
Categories:
floundering, depression,
Form: Rhyme
A flounder is a flat fish, found in tidal waters
Laying on the bottom, partially covered with sand
“Floundering”, is a nighttime sport on the Texas coast
You slowly wade through tidal flats, with a gig in hand
A helper carries a Coleman lantern, held on high
You both keep scanning the bottom for a tail-tell sign
If you spy the flounder’s head with those two eyes on top
Gig him and get him on to shore quick and don’t waste time
There’s another creature that covers-up in the sand
You must always be alert and on the watch for him
A sting ray has a serrated barb in its whip tail
A bad encounter with this creature can turn out grim
Don’t take steps when you wade, just slide your feet in the sand
Should you bump a sting ray, hopefully he’ll swim away
But if you’re taking steps and you step on top of one
Then you’re in real trouble and there will be hell to pay
The flounder is excellent fair; meat white and flakey
They can be cooked many ways: baked, fried or on the grill
Although you can catch them by fishing with hook and bait
Wading at night and gigging one, is a bigger thrill
Categories:
floundering, adventure, nature,
Form: Quatrain
Like a river of
Drastic thoughts cascading down
A suppressed ocean….
Categories:
floundering, confusion, life, time,
Form: Senryu