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September 1, 2005
Cave Fish by *pixelfish shares with us a memory that we all have, perhaps, but are unaware of. The imagery sneaks up on her reader as if she's revealing a secret to us.
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Suggested by phil-light
Literature Text
Cave Fish
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Once I swam, weightless,
In a red-gold sea both vast and small
A sightless cave fish tethered
Light and dark, both were warmth to me.
Once I swam, kicked, spasmed,
A sound like waves, two heartbeats colliding,
And then an inexorable tide pulled me under,
Drew me out, and I began to scream.
Pain.
My tether cut, my memories poured out
I forgot in the fear of being cold and alone
For the first time.
I forgot and breathed and slept and dreamed,
A translucent veined cavernous sky,
Of liquid breath and lost gravity,
Lost every morning as I woke.
Until one day as I opened my eyes
Morning sun washed the walls of my room,
And I lay there curled around a secret cavern
A Capricorn's dream carried in water.
Pain.
A tiny earthquake, and blood poured out,
A long slow agonizing geyser, warm and dark,
A first and last time.
I woke and touched my skin, and cried,
The cave fish is gone.
The sunless sea is empty.
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elizabeth mitchell
may 2002
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Once I swam, weightless,
In a red-gold sea both vast and small
A sightless cave fish tethered
Light and dark, both were warmth to me.
Once I swam, kicked, spasmed,
A sound like waves, two heartbeats colliding,
And then an inexorable tide pulled me under,
Drew me out, and I began to scream.
Pain.
My tether cut, my memories poured out
I forgot in the fear of being cold and alone
For the first time.
I forgot and breathed and slept and dreamed,
A translucent veined cavernous sky,
Of liquid breath and lost gravity,
Lost every morning as I woke.
Until one day as I opened my eyes
Morning sun washed the walls of my room,
And I lay there curled around a secret cavern
A Capricorn's dream carried in water.
Pain.
A tiny earthquake, and blood poured out,
A long slow agonizing geyser, warm and dark,
A first and last time.
I woke and touched my skin, and cried,
The cave fish is gone.
The sunless sea is empty.
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elizabeth mitchell
may 2002
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i really like this poem. Alas though, since i'm not a well spoken as the other deviants that critiqued i can't really say that theres anything wrong with how you displayed your emotions with the words. When i write a poem i write it as though i ws actually speaking it, so some grammar mistakes WILL be made, and i feel as if you were writing it that way.so all in all i really like it just the way feels.
(P.S i'm gunna be a little immature and say it reminded me of loosing ones virginity. From the female perspective
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(P.S i'm gunna be a little immature and say it reminded me of loosing ones virginity. From the female perspective
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