I have grown very fond of my goldfish
swimming happily in her bowl
swirling around listening to my woes
sometimes she looks at me
as if she's smiling
other days quite possibly
she wears a frown
I tell her everything
I feed her
multicoloured flakes
I wonder if she sees the colours?
I change her water
I feed her again
and change her water
a ritual almost every other day
I even leave my curtains slightly open
when I'm not home
just so she can see the sun's rays if it's a beautiful day
and on nights when there's a storm
I place her on my vanity table in my bedroom
close to my bed, so she doesn't get scared
I know you're thinking, she’s just a goldfish
but to me she’s a friend
one that I trust with all my secrets
often, I wonder if she gets bored?
I watch her, I talk to her and I feel peaceful
when I'm around her
I shall be very sad one day, when she dies
I wonder if I will grieve?
I’ve had much practice in the years
will I feel lost without her?
what if I die first?
I wonder if she will miss me?
will someone rescue her?
take her and cherish her as I have?
I often wonder about these things
because
I really love to wonder.
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Teddy.15 (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Me and my soul. 🐠
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Caring for a fish . Nice writing teddy .. ) we have cats that come in our house every day and it’s like they think it’s their home .. one of them has become very comfortable here
Thank you dear rose, lovely to see you back. 🌹
At first the title reminded me of a Jamie Lee Curtis/Kevin Kline/John Cleese film. But this poem actually plucks at the heartstrings, having had a litany of fish pets over the years. 👍🏻🐟🙏🏻🕊
That's a fish called wander 🤣 ah this has a bit more depth thank you dear Arqios 🌹
Oh most definitely deeper and of much more substance!
And if people were goldfish? I know this is a literal story but I can't help but see a metaphor here as well. We all wonder these thoughts about those we care for. Will they miss us, will someone else care for them? How can you care for anything and not wonder what will happen to it when you are gone? Very nicely written my friend.
I don't actually have a goldfish dearest sorrenbarret so your nose was as usual right on metaphor, thank you dearest sorrenbarret, today the fish is me. 🌹
A friend is not defined by the species, but by the emotions transpired between two. 🌹👍
Thank you dearest A.P 🌹
We learn by setting an example, yes? 🌹😉
Indeed dear A.P we should all set a good example, in this poem I'm actually the fish. 🌹
Then who's the person outside the bowl? 😁
The soul
hmmm...🤔
Tremendous thoughts and emtion. I love it, sweet Teddy.
Thank you dearest Thomas. 🌹
Wonderful words Teddy, we all need that somebody who we can talk to in our lives whether they can talk back or not.
Andy
https://youtu.be/nn8YubD01sk?si=ur5aSyrGJFvj7g8C
Thank you very much dear Andy. 🌹
A very caring write dear Teddy. Poor goldfish, well looked after yet so alone in a bowl. We have an aquarium with lots of fish. No lonely ones there. This is of course a strong metaphor here. I would say people need people and fish need fish:) Have very happy Saturday dear Teddy. 🌹💜
Absolutely we too have a beautiful aquarium of tropical fish, the fish in this poem is me, even though I used he, I wanted to see what people took from it, I'm now changing it to she, as usual your compassion is immense, thank you dear friend happy Saturday 🌹
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