Your Poetry Dot Com

Welcome to Your Poetry Dot Com - Read, Rate, Comment on, or Submit Poetry. Browse Poetry Forums, or just enjoy other parts of our poetic community.
One of the largest databases of poetry on the net, now over 198,500+ poems!

Poems On Site: 198,500+ Comments On Poems: 427,000+ Forum Posts: 105,000+

Custom Search


Welcome !	Home · FAQ · Topics · Web Links · Your Account · Submit Poetry · Top 30 · OldSite Link	02-June 22:50:10 AEST

Menu

· Our eBay Store

· Error Submit

Poetry

· Submit Poetry

· Least Read Poems

· Members Listing

· Old Site Post 2001

· Old Site Pre 2001

· Poetry Archive

· Public Domain Poetry

Stories

· Stories (NEW ! )

· Submit Story

· Story Topics

· Stories Archive

· Story Search

Community

· Our Poetry Forums

· Our Arcade
100's of Games !

Site Help

· FAQ

· Feedback

Members Areas

· Your Account

· Members Journals

· Premium Sign-Up

Premium Section

· Special Section

· Premium Poems

· Premium Submit

· Premium Search

· Premium Archive

· Premium Topics

Fun & Games

· Jokes

· Bubble Puzzle

· Cross Word Easy

· Word Hunt

Reference

· Dictionary (Rhyming)

· Site Updates

· Special Content

Search

Top

Help This Site

· Donations

Others

· Moderators

Our Other Sites

· Embroidery Design Store
· Your Jokes
· Special Urls
· JM Embroideries
· Public Domain Poetry and Stories
· Diamond Dotz
· Cooking Info and Recipes
· Quoof - Australian Story

Social

Array ( [sid] => 179505 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => From Sea We See to Sea [time] => 2014-10-23 06:47:29 [hometext] => A fun excersize. Sometimes I take a word and build around it. Word- 'fishmonger'. (Aioli is an egg and mayo sauce for fish) [bodytext] => Nylon line steel barbed on end,
woven threads tamed to squares for capture
netted value fleshly caught and ripped.
Wheelbarrow after wheelbarrow
of single tire and balance
meets the fishmonger fresh from the deep
to market with scales, flaky meat and fins.
Mackerel here, mahi there, tuna down the quay of smells
pungent over yells “Fresh octopus today!”
Saline farmers sweat crimson blood sans regret-
fair trade, commercial yin and yang;
the sea (as man) requires gain for loss;
a life, a thumb,
a curse the pox on all sharp dorsal rested now,
nestled in shaved ice,
a bed of flesh
portioned for plates dabbed with aioli-
fowl and fish commiserate
'neath sprigs of rosemary with all the thyme in the
world to end (as if) fecal matters,
thence to home
through rain or drain
colour and atoms rearranged 'ere return to sea. [comments] => 5 [counter] => 219 [topic] => 27 [informant] => Invierno [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => NaturePoetry )

From Sea We See to Sea

Contributed by Invierno on Thursday, 23rd October 2014 @ 06:47:29 AM in AEST
Topic: NaturePoetry

Nylon line steel barbed on end,
woven threads tamed to squares for capture
netted value fleshly caught and ripped.
Wheelbarrow after wheelbarrow
of single tire and balance
meets the fishmonger fresh from the deep
to market with scales, flaky meat and fins.
Mackerel here, mahi there, tuna down the quay of smells
pungent over yells “Fresh octopus today!”
Saline farmers sweat crimson blood sans regret-
fair trade, commercial yin and yang;
the sea (as man) requires gain for loss;
a life, a thumb,
a curse the pox on all sharp dorsal rested now,
nestled in shaved ice,
a bed of flesh
portioned for plates dabbed with aioli-
fowl and fish commiserate
'neath sprigs of rosemary with all the thyme in the
world to end (as if) fecal matters,
thence to home
through rain or drain
colour and atoms rearranged 'ere return to sea.

Copyright Â© Invierno ... [ 2014-10-23 06:47:29]
(Date/Time posted on site)

Advertisments:

Previous Posted Poem | | Next Posted Poem

Sorry, comments are no longer allowed for anonymous, please register for a free membership to access this feature and more

All comments are owned by the poster. Your Poetry Dot Com is not responsible for the content of any comment.
That said, if you find an offensive comment, please contact via the FeedBack Form with details, including poem title etc.

Re: From Sea We See to Sea (User Rating: 1 )
by RussellReinhardt on Thursday, 23rd October 2014 @ 10:17:26 AM AEST
(User Info | Send a Message)

Hello boet

Cool concept and even more cool poem. Liked this one very creative. God bless.

Ps: I'm off into africa again going to Zambia.

Greetings
Gert

Re: From Sea We See to Sea (User Rating: 1 )
by softerware on Thursday, 23rd October 2014 @ 09:24:43 PM AEST
(User Info | Send a Message)

I felt like we were walking down a street in a movie, so vivid are your words! A great visual, "a curse the pox on all sharp dorsal rested now, nestled in shaved ice, a bed of flesh"..are you certain you're not a vegetarian?
The ending is perfection: "color and atoms rearranged 'ere return to sea." Close the book; it doesn't get any better than this.
softerware

Re: From Sea We See to Sea (User Rating: 1 )
by hauntedscorp on Friday, 24th October 2014 @ 02:08:19 PM AEST
(User Info | Send a Message)

Great wordplay here, and to think it all began with 'fishmonger'. This flowed really well and was full of imagery.

~Scorp
(Who likes the title too) :)

Re: From Sea We See to Sea (User Rating: 1 )
by Puppy_dog_eyes on Saturday, 8th November 2014 @ 06:06:15 AM AEST
(User Info | Send a Message)

Interesting concept, maybe we should all try this approach and see where it leads.
I did once read of famous music stars that would randomly cut phrases out of newspapers and put them together to make lyrics, I guess not quite the same but similar principle..........see where things take you.
Nice write

Steve

Re: From Sea We See to Sea (User Rating: 1 )
by alicewhite on Thursday, 27th June 2019 @ 02:14:54 AM AEST
(User Info | Send a Message)

Eyes wide shut see sea only love
Haddocks eyes
Catching butterflies
Searching souls
In fields of rye
Waves upon the shoreline collapse
Into mutton pies
Love you dearly
Aww your awesome
Just ignore me i ramble
So sorry, but ur writing here compelled me

While every care is taken to ensure the general sites content is family safe, our moderators cannot be in all places; all the time. Please report poetry and or comments that are in breach of our site rules HERE (Please include poem title or url). Parents also please ensure that you supervise your children well when they are on the internet; regardless of what a site says about being, or being considered, child-safe.

Poetry is much like a great photo, a single "moment in time" capturing many feelings and emotions. Yet, they are very alive; creating stirrings within the readers who form visual "pictures" of the expressed emotions within the Poem. Â©

Opinions expressed in the poetry, comments, forums etc. on this site are not necessarily those of this site, its owners and/or operators; but of the individuals who post items to this site.
Frequently Asked Questions | | | Privacy Policy | | | Contact Webmaster

All submitted items are Copyright Â© to their submitter. All the rest Copyright Â© 2002-2050 by Your Poetry Dot Com

All logos and trademarks in this site are property of their respective owners.

Script Generation Time: 0.052 Seconds. - View our Site Map | .© your-poetry.com