How did I walk 37 miles in 19 hours? How did I bike 90 miles in 11 hours? ... Inhale in nose, exhale in nose 4x Inhale in nose, exhale in mouth 4x Inhale in mouth, exhale in nose 4x Inhale in mouth, exhale in mouth 4x And repeat.
You just need enough food and water and a pair of soft and hard soled shoes.
It’s morning! Finally morning on the even ebb of eve. The tides! The marina’s tides are thick like wicker’s weave.
What sand has shifted? What news from Diego’s dawn? From covers; the bark of seals sing like a bay yacht’s yawn.
Dinghy docks and pristine clamor; now I hear the bells! No, not the toll it takes, but just the charm it spells.
I orient, I wake. I’m quick to smile; the sun follows suit. Searching south; the daily buzz on right, and left: a bay that’s mute.
But the sound’s not snuffed, you see, motors have plenty to spare. Because whether or not you knew or noticed, the navy never seems to care.
Compelled and called from my fruitful rest; muesli munched with jams. These charts and graphs I take with me while I brew my grind of grams.
A cozy meditation on my morning routine. A little slice of life when the sun comes up in my neck of the woods. I feel warm and safe when I hear those seals. (Sometimes even in the middle of the night!)
Opening my eyes for the very first time by my mothers side without a single crime The sun is shining I am playing We are sliding My mum is smiling I'm anticipating to explore the lands Without having to hold her hands Soon I’ll no longer be a pup Soon I’ll be all grown up
Suddenly I can hear sounds of laughter The noises started to scatter Bang bang bang They’re attacking her My own mother She protected me Pushing me to the sea To set me free Telling me to spree With no time to disagree The monsters didn’t want my mum They wanted me, to slit my throat But this time they’ll return to their boats Without my warm white coat
Five, ten, fifteen minutes go by I’m getting low on air supply I’m afraid to see what above I wish everything could just be undone Gasping for one more breath Circled by all their deaths Feeling as though I’m about to drown Whiles fleeing this crazy battle ground
My arms are getting heavy I don’t think I’m quite ready My legs are starting to burn I don’t know where to turn Swimming as fast as I can without thinking I find myself trapped in this thick green netting I don’t want to moan As I am not alone I wish this wasn’t real I think they want me for their meal
Unlike the others I mange to set my self free With this thick green netting all around me It’s weighing me down I don’t want to drown Five days go by everyday is a struggle Swimming around stuck in this rubble You are destroying my home With no safe place to rome Up to 200 species extinct everyday There’s no time to delay 5 of my kind are endangered It’s time to make changes!
By Coco 07
I am an Au Pair inspired by an 11 year old. We wrote this poem together to create more awareness on the cruelty we are causing. Together we can make a difference!
there's a lone seal swimming by the sea hunting for silvers with heartless glee a fish shy there, another one wiggling there who really cares for his table always set for one darkness his day in the sun still he takes to the rolling tides lone, but ******* in his pride one day his eyes pique a double look as a mermaid pops out of his storybook stunning as a little light filters in as she swooshes by, waving her fins she's a sparkled beauty from head to toe her consonance and shine, lighting his mojo growing hunger and his drive keep following her on the ocean floor she shimmers between the rocks she dances one step she be in harmony to his glances he drives a barked out calling so raw and appalling shivers crawling down her back as he arf, arf's another attack alarmed with his lack of renaissance like she should be, she didn't offer a response as she keeps shimmering past the rocks racing, racing away from any further talk broken, he retreats to his mind the missing piece he'll never find there's a lone mermaid swimming by the sea and a lone seal barking of what could be
This could be the story of my life. Some say my delivery is bad. My tone is worse. Ha. I'm just a seal that loves bobbing a ball on his nose.