Born for the ocean, adrift on wet and wild Planet Blue.
My bowl is full of water, but I can't feel the ebb of tide.
I have no horizon, to dream of want of your dry land,
I have no corners, no shadows, to hide behind.
Faces look in, watching me pace, around in circles.
While I look out, with my fish-eye, glass-eye, bent view.
I absorb the wants of passers-by, but I can't cuddle them dry.
I see water in your eyes; seashells ring in your ears.
So come in, and join me here, if you can swim with my freestyle!
I'm a wet, slippery, Pisces fish - But we'll get over that!
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Author:
John Richard Anderson (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: July 7th, 2026 13:09
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Comments2
A fish personified may well be in metaphor any of us with no privacy left in this world. Nicely written
Nice write, I really enjoyed this poem written from the perspective of the fish. I'm a pisces too.
- Syd 🍄
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