What do you call this... besides hyperbole... hyper-somethin, anyways!? And Ode? Not sure... but it came to me from just the single thought: "My Little Fish!" And inspired by the poem "You're" by Sylvia Plath. :)) xx
MY LITTLE FISH
See, my darling, how waters combine,
conduct us: flow over, between us,
through!
How they gather latent in all heaven
and ominous beneath the earth,
charging our veins with power!
Oh, my Little Fish!
I am silvered from the zeal
of your muscled flanks;
my body shimmers the length
of your undulating spine.
Let me not always watch for you,
my face ever pressed against
the heady swim of glass.
Come! Suckle now my lips
with your tiny minnow kisses;
lay your bubble breath within that
I may rise on your shining spawn.
Barren is my oyster bed unless
your dorsal trawls me, your love
the pulsing pearl plucked live
from my deeply cushioned shell,
its phosphorescence glowing
in dark canyon of my throat.
Charming Little Fish of a poem. Really like it; deep, but light at the same time. Can see that fish blowing you bubbles of love in his bowl, and swimming with delight as your long water hands stroke his dorsal fin.
Nice Kate, I can say you have the ability to shine with each and every work you display...one can only give you a deserving applause for your continued poetic thoughts...
What a creative idea! ...muscled flanks. . .to oyster bed. . .to phosphorescence glowing in dark canyon. . . YUM. "Sizzles" leaps to mind and loin. More, please!! 'Pea' <3
...well Kate...what can I say here that has not been said below...you seem to have stirred the waters...so wonderfully...expressive sensuality...and your spawned creativity finds all the right words in your write...given all the art of you...to keep my head swimming.
of course it is excellent...
John
Wow! I never thought a fish could be sensual until now. Makes one want to go around kissing fish bowls.(lol) Good grief! your use of metaphors is to die for. Pucker Up, Buttercup. Peace, Love and Blessings Always, Paul.
I love your imagery, your word useage - you have a talent that shines - well done, Kate. Again, I am undone by your poetry - a gift I am thankful you share with us here!
What a great ending! I wonder what this would look like in poe-do-ku. (That's nine lines, nine syllables each, and one word, repeated at least once in every line)... Are you game? --Charlie-Chuckles
Now, you've done it! This is the poem I knew was coming; one that I would have so few words to tell you how wonderful you compose that which is differently great. I'm overdue to feed the little goldies, so I' just say, Tah, Tah, Old Girl...... - Bill
I read, re read, then reread again and still all I could think to say was wow. This little tale unfolds into such a deeply moving and semmingly sensuous methaphor that had my blood heating up. Very nicely done Sweet Kate.
hugs
Pops
Now that's a fish story to end all fish stories and with passion thrown in. Gulp
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on July 1, 2008
How in the hell do you come up with viable comments after that witch Sage has been wallowing around in the friggin' fish pond? Jeez!!! I HAT having to follow here . . . She makes most of us reveal out pure amateur state after she gets through with it . . .
The thing is I see this as an attempt to go back to the depths of the ocean where many people believe we have sprung from . . . You certainly do become erotic as you press those lips against that glass, asking, nay, begging for a little scaly tongue to come your way . . . Me? Who am I to argue, I've always been partial to busty mermaids . . .
My Little Fish aims its squirt! That last stanza is the most erotic communication on this board! The archerfish stuns with a sudden blast of water, and aims its squirt by watching the more experienced fish perform the task. I had to say it, it's the voyeur in me...indeed, if you want the pearl, you must first pry open the oyster...we do hundreds of trials getting better over time...as we learn how to learn...metaphors swim deep here, Kate! The evolution of your poetic neural powers - make use of that dorsal tool...
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Elaborate and sweet!
Axilea
Regis
truly nice work...
Art Sun...
of course it is excellent...
John
with your tiny minnow kisses...
Dear Kate, one of us is hooked.
Metaphorically, I think it's me.
-gene.
ET
Wow! I never thought a fish could be sensual until now. Makes one want to go around kissing fish bowls.(lol) Good grief! your use of metaphors is to die for. Pucker Up, Buttercup. Peace, Love and Blessings Always, Paul.
Be always safe,
Karen
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(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
(((HUGS))) and much love from America, your Texas friend, Karen Lynn. :D
Now, you've done it! This is the poem I knew was coming; one that I would have so few words to tell you how wonderful you compose that which is differently great. I'm overdue to feed the little goldies, so I' just say, Tah, Tah, Old Girl...... - Bill
hugs
Pops
The thing is I see this as an attempt to go back to the depths of the ocean where many people believe we have sprung from . . . You certainly do become erotic as you press those lips against that glass, asking, nay, begging for a little scaly tongue to come your way . . . Me? Who am I to argue, I've always been partial to busty mermaids . . .
Edwin
Love,
Sage