Musings by The Poet Loriet
Just Another Fish Story
*Dedicated to Rich, the most accomplished deep sea diver that I know and the best fish in the sea...and you thought I couldn't write a "snorkeling" poem?! HA!!!*
JUST ANOTHER FISH STORY
He stands on the shore,
a solitary figure,
contemplating
Mother Ocean's tranquility.
Cool blue waters beckon,
promise peace inherent
in immersion.
She wears diamonds of sunlight,
her belly full of rainbow fishes,
oyster shells bearing rare pearls
or meaty interiors begging to
slide down your throat with
shrimp sauce and a little
wedge of lemon.
Her virgin coral reefs
teem full of strange
and wonderful plants.
They bloom in her
sloping depths,
her sugar walls.
As a man,
he craves to concquer her,
pin her wild undulations
beneath his capable body,
dive down in her swirling
mysteries, and sink
his country's flag
hip deep into her
white pristine sands.
He feels her flow around him
as he dons his rubber suit,
flippers so he can swim
free as a dolphin,
a mask to keep the salty brine
from burning his eyes,
and a snorkel so he
can breathe easily as
he kisses her baby blue waves.
He's enchanted with her
unchartered terrains.
"Mother Ocean," he whispers,
"you are beautiful.
I long to taste you
more fully, drown
in your seafoam."
Gasping for air,
he prepares for his descent.
Air mask in place,
tank of oxygen grazing
the place where a
strong dorsal fin should be,
beard glistening with drops
of her liquid love,
he takes the plunge,
lets her wash over him
in her entirety.
She teases him with foam,
her handsome diver,
then desiring him to
become fully immersed,
her and her sea sirens
drag him underneath her,
shackling him in place
with strands of seaweed.
She takes him for a wild ride
in her ebbs and flows of
passionate crests,
fighting and screaming
until he dives
deeper
deeper
to enter her calm place,
become one with
great white sharks and
other creatures of the deep.
He freefalls into her womb,
surrendering to her wiles.
He emerges fatigued upon
her warm shores and sleeps
in the sunlight,
already dreaming of
his next expedition.
Or...
did he just imagine it all
as he drowned in her
cerulean blue eyes?
He unzipped his bag
and took out his snorkel,
entangled in seaweed.
So, it WAS true...
He was Jacques Costeau,
master of Mother Ocean.
He grinned, knowing that
he did it, he tamed
the beast and forever
would be a living legacy--
the one that got away!
Lori Beal
JUST ANOTHER FISH STORY
He stands on the shore,
a solitary figure,
contemplating
Mother Ocean's tranquility.
Cool blue waters beckon,
promise peace inherent
in immersion.
She wears diamonds of sunlight,
her belly full of rainbow fishes,
oyster shells bearing rare pearls
or meaty interiors begging to
slide down your throat with
shrimp sauce and a little
wedge of lemon.
Her virgin coral reefs
teem full of strange
and wonderful plants.
They bloom in her
sloping depths,
her sugar walls.
As a man,
he craves to concquer her,
pin her wild undulations
beneath his capable body,
dive down in her swirling
mysteries, and sink
his country's flag
hip deep into her
white pristine sands.
He feels her flow around him
as he dons his rubber suit,
flippers so he can swim
free as a dolphin,
a mask to keep the salty brine
from burning his eyes,
and a snorkel so he
can breathe easily as
he kisses her baby blue waves.
He's enchanted with her
unchartered terrains.
"Mother Ocean," he whispers,
"you are beautiful.
I long to taste you
more fully, drown
in your seafoam."
Gasping for air,
he prepares for his descent.
Air mask in place,
tank of oxygen grazing
the place where a
strong dorsal fin should be,
beard glistening with drops
of her liquid love,
he takes the plunge,
lets her wash over him
in her entirety.
She teases him with foam,
her handsome diver,
then desiring him to
become fully immersed,
her and her sea sirens
drag him underneath her,
shackling him in place
with strands of seaweed.
She takes him for a wild ride
in her ebbs and flows of
passionate crests,
fighting and screaming
until he dives
deeper
deeper
to enter her calm place,
become one with
great white sharks and
other creatures of the deep.
He freefalls into her womb,
surrendering to her wiles.
He emerges fatigued upon
her warm shores and sleeps
in the sunlight,
already dreaming of
his next expedition.
Or...
did he just imagine it all
as he drowned in her
cerulean blue eyes?
He unzipped his bag
and took out his snorkel,
entangled in seaweed.
So, it WAS true...
He was Jacques Costeau,
master of Mother Ocean.
He grinned, knowing that
he did it, he tamed
the beast and forever
would be a living legacy--
the one that got away!
Lori Beal
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