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a fish bowl
by Jim BenzSky, a fish bowl, a dome
of light, bent
in shapes of death
and life, of silent
dreams or crow
conventions
on the wind, clustered
cloistered
Sky, a fish bowl
wrapped in cotton
muted color
faded, nightfall glimmers
swum in moods
a gentle touch
your lips, your breath
a fish bowl
swimming, swimming
spawning sky
a fish bowl
for nothing, everything 03/24/2006 Author's Note: published in Pralaton Literary Review
Posted on 03/24/2006
Copyright © 2024 Jim Benz
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 03/24/06 at 04:17 PM Ah. —"for nothing, everything" —blew my mind, Jim, because I felt this coming as I swam in your words... and yet still felt unprepared for the clinching brilliant added surprise, always sure to come from you. And your Sky |
| Posted by Joe Cramer on 03/24/06 at 07:30 PM Interesting thought process... well done.... |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 03/26/06 at 05:31 AM Your depth of expression is so satisfying. I swim and swirl through this, smile at the crow conventions on the wind, the wrapping of cotton muted color, a brief touch of human lips, and swim on in nothing/everything. |
| Posted by Alisa Js on 02/17/08 at 04:26 AM beautifully done..and congratulations.. aloha ;-0 |
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