Poetry

Sunday, 7 July 2024

Fish called wonder

 I am just a fish swimming in the sea

 And you, oh you are like a dish

Of a satellite TV

You pick me up on my waves

You put me down again

And tune my scales until the grave

Like water on the brain

You flood my life with promises

Which makes me oh so brave

But you are just a fisher woman

Sailing on my waves


See my sea and feel me

Feel the key and tambre 

If it weren't for the free

I think slavery would lumber

Me with your oath to stand by my word

And kiss the seat of the bird

Who sang to me of cages

And the difference in our ages


Yet you are just a fish

Who swims in foreign sea

For the grass is always greener where

I can never be

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