Short Mollusk Poems
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there once was a sad mollusk named earl
who always lived in constant peril
when someone swam too close by
and flipped sand in his eye
he was forced to make a danged pearl
rainbows pooling in the ocean
surrounded by warm embrace of mollusk
i am beautiful,
i am glorious
again and again
touch me gentle
feel me,
exotic desire
Like an oyster
find me a pearl
Mollusk against ear
Hear seashore's wistful calling
Feel and see the waves.
(January 22, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin)
(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved
Upon the earth
Mantle of flesh moves over damp sand
It has born to live, to feel, to experience,
A life by means of subsistence,
It grows its shell to protect,
It grows that shell,
It spends all the life in growing it.
layers of nacre to protect
grain of sand irritating itchy
iridescent gem formed
poor mollusk oyster killed
rich women pearl adorned neck
awaiting rope hidden crimes
in the wild round and
smooth calcareous
concretions
Form:
DEFEAT
Out of the waves they come.
Helmeted army of crabs
Trundle over the perfect pools
Of starfish and periwinkle,
Murking up the sandy bottom
Of their foxholes,
Armoured claws testing each mollusk for food,
Sidling up to my toes
In marauding hunger.
I retreat inland,
Allowing them their beachhead.
Sinking into the soil of his egocentric ocean
Snarled and sniveled the cephalopod mollusk
Since to be worthy of his charming prey
Sensation beaming from his passion blasting
Suspending her from being aware of drowning
Stunning to sight her lapse into squandering
Sloshing in intense sadness and deceitfulness
Written: April: 03, 2022
The precious pearl adorning neck
of haughty lady grand,
began as a sharp irritant,
a minute grain of sand.
The mollusk doomed to carry it
through the ensuing years
released liquid to ease the pain.
It's been called "lady's tears".
Seldom does she remember that
poor oyster and his tasks.
She sits in reflected beauty
and in pearl's glory basks.
3/2/13
1990
Owned a “Cebicheria”.
Dished out
Fresh catch of the day
Prepared on the spot.
A customer ordered Trout,
Ate it all
Later complained
The fish wasn’t Trout.
Once asked Señor Torres
To buy two pounds of Octopus.
The Chef came back,
Tricked me with one pound mollusk
Stuffed with a rock inside
Its head to weigh up….
…These days I only cook at home.
On the dark bottom of sea,
under the miles of deep salt water
one creative mollusk
dedicated his life
for searching
the sackred dream
about majestic and precious
pearly sunrises
somwhere far above the sea.
And eventually
this artist painted
inside wall of his home
with his golden dreams
created the most beautiful and eternal
rendition of sunrise.
hello you adorable jet-propelled mollusk
so I hear you are related to squids
Octopus too? Well, that’s news!
Did you know that you are the only living cephalopod?
Where do you reside?
Where can I find you?
In open water and coral reefs
In the Pacific and Indian Ocean is what I have heard
I’m coming to visit
I want to see you curl yourself into your shell
I hear it’s really something to see!
361.
My Fear of Drowning
I fear physical death because I may just go…
To the turbulent stream, river, sea or ocean
Where I'll become feed to fish, mollusk or crustacean
Like Jack of Titanic who was never seen again!
To the silent pond, lake, pool or well
Where I'll dilute & dissolve trapped in a shell
Like Sadako of Japan haunting a vessel!
-03/17/2015
(Dumarao)
*My Fear of Death Collectio
My father's bone is in his grave
My mother's bone the same
But your bones battered by the wave
Are found in children's game
They collect them for their colors
The nearest thing to pearl
A child may own; time murmurs
Against our sandy world
Mollusk shrines and cockle shells
It's all your kingdom leaves
And evening with purples spells
O heart that ever grieves.
The year is run, many gone
I shall not see again
Still will come a new dawn
Till then I keep my pain.