Bone Fever
I breathe underwater.
I'm ice deep at the
bottom of the ocean.
In my ribs, I find a hole
of winter, of things lost and
burning silently.
Shore lights swim through the
dark:
they want me, but I
don't want them.
Here we are, steel statues
at the bottom of the ocean.
8 comments:
The second stanza reminds me really strongly of Wintergirls <3
I was going to say the same thing, particularly the line hole of winter. I loved that.
I really like the images of this poem.
Still being inspired by Miley, Maya? ;)
Wait--inspired by Miley? "still"? do tell....
Hi, Maya. Very impressive! You'll find poems for adults, young adults and kids on the NaPoWriMo 2010 page at www.gregoconnell.com. Keep up the great writing - Greg =)
@Danielle: Yes...still ;) And I'm still laughing at your comment.
@Erin: I told Danielle over chat - and this is true - that I had to listen to Miley's "Bottom of the Ocean" on repeat to get this poem to form and work...haha, it paid off I guess :)
Hahahahaha I love you Maya :)
that second stanza is killer!
I think what strikes me most about your poetry is your voice and the way you arrange the words on the page. It feels effortless, and I love it. I'm so glad you're posting poetry on here again. =)
And I wanted to thank you for your kind comment from a few days ago, it made my day.
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