Archive for April, 2009
Washing Up
So it’s been quite a while since I’ve posted…but here is a poem which somewhat connects to an earlier one I wrote, but has quite a different tone. Anyway, hope you enjoy 
Washing up
By R. Marie Gordon
Amoeba floating
Gargling salty waves
Watching sweet O2
Slip from slimy cell’s
Invisible eyes
Feeling proximity
In a gasping glob
Imagining breath
Inside her green brain
Absent spotty eyes
Gaze at fluid lungs
Swallowing seaweed
Strands of thick sand which
Weave through hollow tubes
Opening eyelids
Dotted lenses seep
Wishywashy blues
Tiny eyes which feel
But do not believe
In their own blindness
Spots which atrophy
Into their blue gaze
Until no green is left
Until the threads twist
And she is the sea’s
Simple floating speck