Written for:  The Twiglets #135 – “breathe like fishes”

Breathing like fishes
is better than
sleeping with fishes.


I could be in my own
underwater world
for as long as I wished,
breathing oxygen from water
if I were a fish.

Flaming orange, daffodil
electric blue or glowing neon.
Maybe a disk fish rolling along.
My eyes alert for predators,
I’m too young for my swan song.


There was a woman who insisted
she could swim underwater like fishes.
All her friends dared her,
said she’d come up for air.
She stayed ’til swallowed by an ill-wisher.

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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6 Responses to fish

  1. Misky says:

    I really like the first one.


  2. Jules says:

    I dream of being a mermaid…
    but alas politics abound everywhere.

    I enjoyed all of your verses.
    Though not with a Twig here’s part 2; Ignorance Is Not Bliss & VT Eye Spy Ignormarte #2


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