Blue Sky of My Aquarium


"The Sea Inside"  painting by Samy Charnine

Seated in the eye of my aquarium
I am a spectacle drawing stares
from transgressors fishing windows
for reasons to protest.

Plastic tongues spill their pollution
against glass that muffles the noise
into harmless gurgles.

Unaffected by the frenzy of sharks
I cast my eyes toward white clouds
and slip into the dream of a blue-sky ocean.

©Susie Clevenger 2020

The Sunday Muse #105



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  1. Carrie Van HornApril 25, 2020 at 3:44 PM

    It is a crazy world out there! It is good to have a place of safety where we can dream of brighter days. A gorgeous poem Susie!

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  2. Sherry Blue SkyApril 25, 2020 at 4:25 PM

    I love slipping into a dream of blue-sky ocean.

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  3. JimApril 25, 2020 at 4:44 PM

    Susie, to me this is a dreamy poem. I think those white clouds helped, very comforting that they are still up there.
    Good Job, Stay Safe
    ..
    ..

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  4. HelenApril 25, 2020 at 5:57 PM

    Yes, slip into a lovely dream ... we are living a nightmare right now. Nice write, Susie!

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  5. kaykualaApril 25, 2020 at 6:19 PM

    Unaffected by the frenzy of sharks
    I cast my eyes toward white clouds
    and slip into the dream of a blue-sky ocean

    Great attitude to adopt Susie! One should not be unduly affected by snide remarks or negative tirades motivated by questionable intentions. Just ignore, yes!

    Hank

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  6. C. SandlinApril 26, 2020 at 6:13 AM

    Love this! It keeps turning as I read it and the phrases keep gentling the frenzy of the turns.

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  7. qbitApril 26, 2020 at 1:22 PM

    "Plastic tongues spill their pollution
    against glass that muffles the noise" -- Oooh!

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  8. ElleceeApril 27, 2020 at 9:01 AM

    Love this too, very apt under the circumstances. I like her place of refuge❣️

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  9. Other MaryApril 27, 2020 at 2:26 PM

    Fishbowl as refuge - I love the way your mind and your muse work.

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  10. purplepeninportland.comMay 3, 2020 at 12:25 PM

    Best place to be!

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