Today's poem is by Kathleen Flenniken
Seven Seas
The one we've fished to death,
that tosses ships till they sink,
so deep the fish at the fissures
squiggle instead of swim, glow
instead of gaze.The one inside a conch shell
that sweeps us from the couch
to its shoreour first metaphor.The sea of ones and zeros
with tributaries pressing Send,
where our secrets glitter
in the data gyre.The sea of refugees, turned away, turned away, turned away,
crashing the razor-wire fence.The sea of cash, thick
with trawlers' tangling nets, green
with the drowned and drowning.The sea of regret
that surges and retreats
and sucks at our feet,
a tide that takes us nowhere.And the final sea ofliquid light
we'll only know from below.
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Copyright © 2019 Kathleen Flenniken All rights reserved
from Tar River Poetry
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission
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