Thursday, January 16, 2014

Fish Out Of Water



Fish Out Of Water





I put a
fish on a stick
into the fire
before it could stink
asked for a drink
of wine, of regret
of sailor well met
to eat with me by the side of the fire
blue charcoaled desire
with a fork three-tined,
pulling off the fine
bones  
 the fragrant meat
of the white mind

~January 2014






55 flaky morsels of protein and salt for     the g-man


Yeah, yeah, I had another dream...hey, I can't afford a shrink, so I write. What can I say?




Optional Musical Accompaniment







Top Image: Water, Guiseppe Arcimboldo, oil, 1566, public domain via wikipaintings.org
Footer: Pisces, by Kolomon Moser, 1904, public domain via wikipaintings.org



20 comments:

  1. You would have driven Freud NUTS!
    But I really liked the creepy pic.
    Loved your Rhymie 55
    Thanks for your always over the top contribution
    You are unparallelled in Dreamy Trances
    have a Kick Ass Week-End

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  2. I Just Sunk Your Battleship!!!!!!!

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    1. I know I know...fish sticks again? I've been referred to as a battleaxe, but never a battleship before. Happy almost weekend, G.

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  3. Hey, where'd you get the pic of G Man wearing pearls?!? That is some nervous breakdown of a poem. I heard that Mrs. Paul once told mister that if he brought home fish one more time, she would drown him in tartar sauce while he slept. But why dwell? lt's toast to happiness with 55 cod martinis!

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    1. Yes let's. always room for a cod one...or is that cold one?

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  5. i def like my fish over the fire...been there and done that...i like blue charcoaled desire...and the three prong fork sounds rather more ominous than a kitchen utensil...

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  6. HI Joy Ann, came by to see what you were up to. I love the visual in this poem. It feels like I am there.
    We are off to the hospital this evening in about an hour for some more torture machines. Thanks for the very thoughtful comment on my piece yesterday.

    It seems almost impossible to keep up with reading only a few people right now.

    Your friend,
    Pamela

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    1. I'm sure it's really exhausting and stressful for everyone right now. And so much waiting, uncertainty, and pain. Thoughts are with you and yours, dear pamela. Your poem was just amazing.

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  7. Hah, fish sticks :) I loved blue charcoaled desire too.

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  8. Sounds like you know what to do with a fish… I only know butter it and stick it in the oven!

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    \outl0\strokewidth0 \strokec2 No clear internet -- that fish feels like it once saw better days and legs maybe -- very cool -- wonderful shirt lines and rhymes-- hey sailor well met sounds a bit like a version of a Latin poem. K a }

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    1. Hey hedge-- I am not sure what happened to that comment as I am sure that is not what I typed! A fun poem. Wonderful 55. K.

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    2. I think one of your devices may have been possessed. Thanks, K.

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  10. Great imagery. This is eating the culture of the fish, too.

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  11. I got lost in what was between the incredible first and last four lines--which, perhaps, was the device, of going three-deep under the obvious. The fish is the poem, pulled up from the deep, cooked for our leisure and pleasure and relished as one picks apart a thought. Tartar sauce please! - B

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  12. Grilled fish and a glass of wine sound like a great combination. Tasty 55!

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  13. Absolutely fascinating! I love the rhythm of this piece.

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  14. And that, dear Joy, is why I am not a flesh-eater! But I'll have a sip of that wine of regret...or something like that. ;-)

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  15. Oh, those last lines...just perfection, hedgewitch. You sure pack a punch into 55 words. :)

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'Poetry is an echo asking a shadow to dance' ~Carl Sandburg