metamorphic

metamorphic

A Poem by SkinlessFrank

she

came into

my bedroom

holding

a fishhook

and a plastic glove

and

in her

calmest voice

explained that

yes

it would

have to

come out

that

mass of

shrimp

pulled 

from deep within

my ear 

bloody

left me

barren

and a little 

giddy


but 

there are times

when i still

feel 

it


pulsing

blue veins


tail flapping


scent of 

algae

salt


my back

sprouts a fin 

and the wound

heals 

© 2014 SkinlessFrank


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What an escellent read! so original in the use of metaphoric language. Thanks for sharing.

Posted 2 Years Ago


-- well... maybe i'm not reading this as intended... but it seems like a description of a kind of phantom pain... which also heals... -- only brilliant poetry can explore and expand the meaning of known concepts... or so i think... -- there are episodes in my life that defied description... until now...

Posted 8 Years Ago


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laughing...is this your uniquely YOU way of saying you got caught in the act? :) If it isn't, I'm still laughing, because I'm blissfully confused.

Posted 8 Years Ago


SkinlessFrank

8 Years Ago

well...um....yes....in flagrante delicto
Your poetry has a lot of motion, catching the reader like a hook, then leaving him or her wounded and bloodied by the experience.

Posted 9 Years Ago


yep, love is like that... all of that. It is about love isn't it SF? You had me at the first break. Speed, focus and image..... only the brave and experienced can wield such command.

Posted 10 Years Ago


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how can it be that I read these words and never left a comment?!?! it's mind blowing, or maybe indicative of mind formerly blown

always good to read you

Posted 10 Years Ago


Manimal! I don't know if you remember that cheesy show, but this is much better...
Great form!

"in her calmest voice" Oh can't you tell this is going to hurt?!?!?!?

Awesome!

Posted 10 Years Ago


Holy crap Skinless, this is magical. I love the format you use. I once had a bug of some sort fly into my ear while driving my motorcycle. It's an unnerving experience. I nearly crashed.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Whoa this is quirky and strange, I like it....strangely arousing, is that wrong? lol...enjoyed. :-)

Posted 10 Years Ago


As surreal a reality as ever was or perhaps, the revers. Have pictures swimming my mind now; strange how words can turn the imagination upside down along with thought. Can't help wondering if you were caught in the act, about to take a chance but .. fate had other plans ..

Posted 10 Years Ago


SkinlessFrank

10 Years Ago

Yes.....in flagrante delicto....but fate always interferes
emmajoy

10 Years Ago

Fate plays games with destiny, as does my spelling when reviewing!

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Added on December 12, 2013
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SkinlessFrank

Glen Sutton, Quebec, Canada



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