I surfed upon the seas of Time
As avidly as would a mermaid,
Ecstatic and confident
That I rule over the waves
As a mighty Goddess
Well anchored in my own principles
But I never expected these waves
To turn rogue
And to smash me down to the ocean floor
Broken,
Into millions of little pieces,
Having to wait for the mercy of little polyps,
As they slowly but steadily put me back in shape
My reconstruction took days, months, years even
And all this time,
The clock kept ticking
Laughing at me, while looking
At what had become of me
But meanwhile,
I learned how to feed my new body
With inner strength, with self love, self care,
And self respect and even with the ability
To depend upon none else other than myself,
Especially there where emotions pertained
So much that
When I rose to the surface
To surf upon the waves of Time once again,
They shuddered and cowered, awe struck,
At the new me!
Time can break, surely,
But it can also be the greatest healer,
Since,
Its magic plays itself in our inner selves,
And we have to be able to open our hearts and souls
To its subtle spells!
Categories:
polyps, time,
Form: Free verse
Turtle cruises the reef,
turquoise warm in the sun;
tendrils of coral stretch to
sup filtered light.
Butterflyfish and Tang
intermingle amid coral polyps,
that are plentiful appetizers
for this party.
As sponges get their rays,
a seahorse uncoils and jettisons itself
just overhead of a yawning mussel.
I giggle to myself as an angelfish kisses
my goggles and swim beneath the belly of turtle;
awed at the Crayola chroma essence
that delights my spirit.
Categories:
polyps, environment, fish, ocean, poems,
Form: Free verse
MERMAN-MERMAID
Life started in Sea with water-borne cell.
Progress of evolution yields fish
Fins to swim and tail to propel.
On further evolution
turned human above waist.
Female named as Mermaid
Male termed Merman.
New Species.
Half Fish
Wow!
The
couple
of half-fish
Merman-Mermaid
made dive to seabed.
to play free, hide and seek,
dance on tail as seals perform,
where coral polyps held in reef,
and to make friends with sea cucumbers,
sea stars and sponges clinging to seafloor.
09/26/19
'Mermaid' Contest by Line Gauthier.
Categories:
polyps, 10th grade, appreciation, fish,
Form: Etheree
There are many things to consider
before you Tarzan from tongue to tonsil
down the inflammatory throat of a fugitive fire
pulsing its polyps
on your living room floor;
of which, exactly none, translate at all
to the flat-lining blue found in hospital gowns
or those cowering through
a yellowing brick of recycled
notebook paper.
Categories:
polyps, analogy, fear, fire, moving
Form: Free verse
pews of velcro Sunday flats
little girls in plaits and jean dresses
arms folded
heads bowed
fluttering eyes from under lashes
peeking towards blackgrayblue Brothers
in their suits upon the stand
Father, Son, and Spirit
prose in archaic english dictating
lives
loves
loss
Priesthood power
ladies in cushioned folding chairs
swollen ankles crossed
the sacred womb
preserved bodies for creation
shoulder to knee painted into
the coat of many colors
squalling babes in arms
too diminutive for motherhood
pre-pubescent hips
pre-prepared for human polyps
homemaking lessons for middle schoolers
babysitting a gateway drug
for force-fed doctrines
and unhappy marriages
a girl’s purpose
and duty
Categories:
polyps, baby, community, confusion, faith,
Form: Free verse
Could a single sifted grain of sand ever disappear?
You pour ocean's capacious core into a roar.
Dolphins flip rhythmically within; echolocation's clicks You hear.
Shifting, reshaping sand slides against gentle waves, seeking shore.
You pour ocean's capacious core into a roar.
Polyps of reef-clung coral invitingly sway for a tasty array of incognizant prey.
Shifting, reshaping sand slides against gentle waves, seeking shore.
An infant's hands imprint the sand, as a shoreside band plays reggae.
Polyps of reef-clung coral invitingly sway for a tasty array of incognizant prey.
Dolphins flip rhythmically within; echolocation's clicks You hear.
An infant's hands imprint the sand, as a shoreside band plays reggae.
Could a single sifted grain of sand ever disappear?
Categories:
polyps, change, god, inspirational, life,
Form: Pantoum
I'm sunlight
of the deep
brightly colored
red and pink
orange striped
yellow green
black dotted
like the wings
of a flying
monarch queen.
In the sky of the sea
freely glide
tree to tree
anemones, coral reefs
of their polyps
have my fill
then at night
in crevice reefs
hide my brightness
and go to sleep.
Categories:
polyps, sea,
Form: Personification
A serial of haikus, all addressing the same topic with
a hint of humor; but advice that could save your life
or that of a loved one. New to PoetrySoup, so I hope
I'm not "out of order" with this submission or topic.
Cold and flexible
Probing my dignity...
Colonoscopy.
This “simple” exam
“…could prevent cancer.” they say.
Colonoscopy.
We all have to die,
But not from colon cancer.
Colonoscopy.
There's a downside tho’.
“Yuk! That, nasty SuperPrep.”
Colonoscopy.
“But boy, does it work...
Work and work and work some more.
Colonoscopy.
Baring your buttocks...
In a fetal position;
Colonoscopy.
“No polyps", they say.
There are no malignancies.
Colonoscopy.
Your colon’s okay.
It’s five years until your next...
Colonoscopy.
Want some peace of mind?
Insurance will pay for it.
Colonoscopy.
One “simple” exam
Can provide that peace of mind.
Colonoscopy.
You might save your life.
Over 45? Do it!
Colonoscopy.
Cold and flexible.
On the other hand, what if…
Something else kills you?
Categories:
polyps, adventure, age, angst, body,
Form: Haiku
I could not stick my head in glue
To feed and wait with barnacles,
Or seek security among
Aggregate anemones,
Or anchor to tomorrow with sedentary polyps,
Or browse with slugs,
Or cling to rocks,
Or maintain the perpetual
Defensiveness of urchins,
Or achieve “being realistic”
With camouflaged bottom dwellers,
Or remain isolated in a shell.
I float on my colors,
Moved by current desires.
Developing backbone
To swim effortlessly
In the ocean of possibility.
Categories:
polyps, science
Form: Free verse
After 50 - states a well known belief
Your colon can cause you some grief.
To get it checked is the answer
In case there’s a cancer
With a procedure which can give you relief.
A colonoscopy needs to be done
Granted it isn’t much fun
You hope no polyps they find
if they do - hope they’re benign
If they are, then be happy - you’ve won.
Categories:
polyps, healthhope,
Form: Limerick
Small lashings contemplate, trigger then shrink!
Filtering through polyps to secluded places
Nerve holds majestically starting to think
Subconsciously able to feel for embraces.
Each sensitive touch has a spirited fibre,
Alluring as bait where the effigies far
None are exhausted yet each, the transcriber
Persisting as one, as our aliens are.
It exists as immune, as one does everyday
Like a tendril pendemic disguising the wait,
To vacuum consent with instinctive display
As its sepals react to a moment's sedate.
Here, deft reminders are solemnly peaceful,
The sway of the current shall toy with suspense
A flimsy affair with the quiet upheaval,
Caress is sheer awesome in natural defence.
Sustained to response through a physical portal
Exudes next to nothing and slowly but sure,
A splendid grandeur showing signs of immortal,
While we grasp for something a little bit more.
Categories:
polyps, nature,
Form: Rhyme