"jellyfishes" poems
One Sunday Morning,
Josh & Nicole woke up
to find they had metamorphosized
into Jellyfishes.
As rosy fingered Dawn met
their night breaths and stirred the Sea,
an intense Grace sighed,
dreaming effortlessly on misty
shores still wrapped in silky
emerald sheets of caught
infatuation, hooked
on tasty morsel
twisted in loves net.
Their waking sinfulness
forgets the vast Ocean
even as their jellied skin glides
and melts together
under gentle undulating waves
and watchful Sun eye.
For the rest of their days
together, Josh forgets
to stare at lonely lands
and Nicole imagines
the next day together.
May 5, 2015
May 5, 2015 at 12:14 PM UTC
Turritopsis dohrnii: A species of jellyfish that can revert back
To a sexually immature state when its injured or dying, making it biologically immortal.
A jellyfish,
Nothing but thickened water
Some genetic material
Polythene bags and paper glue,
Is granted immortality.
We, humans
The heirs of a billion evolutions,
A million grains of life,
Crumble like sand castles
Scatter like sawdust.
The universe taunts,
Laugh until your shadow swallows you
Your every breath was a thousand last breaths,
Puny mortal.
**
Jan 12, 2021
Jan 12, 2021 at 5:43 AM UTC
This is called
how to
go deep into sea
with harpoon
and spores of magic
mushrooms
for getting nothing
back home.
Yes, because we are
vegetarians
and the turtles
and jellyfishes
belongs each other
as my typo
and
i.
Feb 26, 2018
Feb 26, 2018 at 1:31 PM UTC
Jellyfishes she said, jellyfishes are funny
They dont have a brain you know?
They just swim and eat and swim and eat..
They might not even be afraid of being eaten.
Doesnt that sound like a live worth living?
Jan 23, 2018
Jan 23, 2018 at 4:38 PM UTC
quiet thunder, a roaring breeze…
bright darkness, a shadow of light
a shot of wine, a sip of coffee…
a quick kiss, a long wink
never ending legs and stubby stilettos, piercing light eyes tamed by a smoky halo...
clumsily impeccable hair, that familiar perfume in the air
the eyes hear, what wasn't meant for the ear...
the obvious, oblivious and the unspoken understood
a shoulder to smile on, cradle the bizarre…
bathroom mirrors are the place for tears
easy come, a comfy go, strings attached…
filing voids, where there were none
tentacles are wings, jellyfishes float in the sky…
birds fly underwater, singing ballads to whales…
random words, does not a poem make
i've no clue why I write this... maybe just a weird take.
Aug 17, 2017
Aug 17, 2017 at 11:29 PM UTC
I take it for granted
Your brittle teeth
My hammer tongue
Jittery throat
Don't try to speak
You don't want me to listen
My ears are waxed with distortion
Hands off
You don't want to touch me
My skin is smeared on poison
Don't even gaze into my eyes
You won't find truth
In the eyes of a Gorgon
Dec 6, 2016
Dec 6, 2016 at 10:58 PM UTC
jellyfishes wander through waves
oblivious to origin
or destination
their breath suffocating
as they meet death,
turn to the silent echoes
drifting through unknown tides
to a place
that doesn’t even welcome them
they linger,
mumbling silent promises
promises to watch sundown
where vision returns
where lungs remember air
jellyfishes,
drowned constellations
lost in the brine
encountered in the shore
unconscious,
always unconscious.
to touch one is to burn
their bodies blaze
too fiercely for flesh
death mistaken by silence.
May 15, 2025
May 15, 2025 at 9:30 PM UTC
A mantra song I do not remember the
meaning it holds- repeated over and over-
in a lotus; no, thighs too big they become
forest, as tonight's dream swings with time,
as your tomorrow becomes my relief, as the
red star winks at the hidden moon; shy
****** curtain, laundry's cheap perfume,
underlined flaws and jellyfishes on a tiny
plate, melting candle, lavender, sweet green
tea and salted butter. Nostrils reek of *****
bathroom break, do not be late, please wake
up early, earlier than ever. When the east
comes, let's fall asleep with the lights on,
we are not even the moon; souls do not need
sun, or vegetables, or green things growing
happily like someone's five year old- not
my parents', never- they lost the four, the
most important before a five- an incomplete
puzzle, cut neck of a giraffe, eyes black like
coffee black holes, who does not want that?
Chemical terms keep saying hello to the
tiles, count me in, let's have a drink, glasses
of sparkling mineral water. I prefer it clear.
River; never does flow- becomes a yellow
lake. Pretty pretty sands, no one is unique,
a diamond and a thousand more- a pearl, a
wounded shell, mermaid's sadness and a
knife- bubbles covered ocean; sunsets and
fireworks, a birthday, reality and a nymph
with a wing; the bells are calling us as if we
are not yet that cow, grasses greener than
green, numbers of dead things are
increasing, as heartbeats keep piling up like
the books you bought but never read- they
cry at night, especially when it is moonless
and cloudless, like tonight from the
baseball field; where the moths talk about
jealousy and sleepy handsome bats at nine
p.m.- marching chests, a lonely festival, a
ghost house; where lives begin- End.
Aug 26, 2014
Aug 26, 2014 at 11:59 AM UTC