Underneath a stormy sea
that'd pitch a ship and wobble sealegs,
that'd hitch a hip to bend to nausea
that'd already shifted the seabirds inland for shelter
fish swim
in beautiful caverns.
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By Jean O'Sullivan - Observe Your World - Say Something! If you don't pay attention, you can easily be fooled. There's a sucker born every minute, don't let it be you. The invisible landscape of the soul shapes the visible landscape of the world. Make your contribution in concert with a clear conscience and a compassionate heart.
2 comments:
I'm not going to give up on trying to figure out your poems.
Nice poem. John O, Miami
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