Fish
lie belly-up; inert
and very gloomy. Drowned
bloated vermin float atop. Wrap-
pers and trash hover in filmy brown
water. A rainbow slick glazes the mucky
bay. On and off the water-taxi we go.
Ravenous, our minds shift to
thoughts of pizza, wings, and
nachos. Grateful, we
are for the
beauti-
ful
sunny day.
The sign reads,
“Waterfront Revival Complete.”
Amy Corbin has been previously published in filling Station, The Cynic, Ascent Aspirations, Shine, Every Day Poets,Ignavia Press, Every Day Fiction, and Haruah: A Breath of Heaven. She will soon be published in Flask and Pen and The Battered Suitcase. She likes to sing in her car.
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12 Responses to “FISH • by Amy Corbin”
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May 8th, 2009 at 12:41 am
This is excellent – both the sentiments and the shape. Great images and a fantastic last line. It’s very thought-provoking! I enjoyed it very much.
May 8th, 2009 at 12:57 am
Yep! It’s a fine piece of poetry.
The phrase ‘very gloomy’ made me laugh. a very Python-esque way of describing something that’s dead.
May 8th, 2009 at 7:18 am
Clever and sobering at once.
May 8th, 2009 at 2:11 pm
Thanks, guys. I really appreciate your reading and kind comments.
May 8th, 2009 at 3:34 pm
Nice one!
May 8th, 2009 at 3:35 pm
Nice job, Amy! Thought provoking, yes — and sadly, all too real.
May 8th, 2009 at 7:09 pm
Great job, Amy!
–dj
May 9th, 2009 at 3:40 am
Thanks, Pam and dj.
May 10th, 2009 at 8:43 am
Amy – Please do not any longer bring your pre-wrapped refreshments on the water taxi. You are contaminating the waterfront.
This is poetry because if the reader ingnores the length of the lines (put there for a silly shape on the page, not to influence the reading) and reads the poem according to the sense of it only, it has good rhythm.
May 10th, 2009 at 12:59 pm
hey amy, nice poem. love the shape and more importantly that you made the poem have value without it. nicely done
May 10th, 2009 at 2:54 pm
Thanks, T.J., Roberta, and Casey.
Roberta: I am not a litter-bug.
October 20th, 2009 at 2:41 pm