ocean – Page 2 – Jordyn Saelor

Try a night, trilobite

here in these midnight afterhours, the world opens with possibility: anything could happen, dreams could come true in an eyeblink, all mysteries could melt out of fossils

The Sand Witch’s Familiar/Croissant Crab

This witch lives in a castle just above the tideline, the sun rises from the yeast and wakes her crusty eyes. She goes out, collecting jellyfish for breakfast, tuna for lunch, but most of the morning she loafs around with Crissy the croissant crab, her best friend and familiar. Sammy the sand witch and CrissyContinue reading “The Sand Witch’s Familiar/Croissant Crab”

Cloud Nine/Cyclic

Rains fall to seas, sink thousand years to deepest reef, then dance up to sky. *** Ps, Cloud Nine and Cyclic are only 2 possible themes of this haiku. Buy me a pizza

The Sweltering Sun Will Claim You

Triton’s turrets burn–once a glistening gem beneath sapphire seas, now a

I shrink inside myself/I stretch Wider than my skin

The space I take up depends on my distance from the walls: I am always the center point of a circle desperately trying to keep the radius the same between neutron-me and the cramped condo corners, me, screaming, and the suburb streets, my stormwide-spirit and the ocean’s heart. *** If you enjoy this poem, considerContinue reading “I shrink inside myself/I stretch Wider than my skin”

Hypothesis Sea

If I take you to the reef of my mind, then you must promise to swim out further than the tides. — I have a hypothesis: I’ve only ever ironed clothes twice in my life, but maybe strangers touch the metal to tell if it’s hot so they know how badly they’ll be burned byContinue reading “Hypothesis Sea”

S-si-siren

Hands up for anyone who would stray from the simplicity of ivory beaches and placid waves to chase a siren through the wild rains bewitched by her broken song. “I-I could take you to the s-s-secret deeps of th-the oc-ocean.” So you wanna go? No?

A special April day nonsense poem

A honey bunny goes runny through the sunny. How funny–PIER PRESSURE>:( Don’t listen to the docks, dear French Pier, so named for your father Peter. Peter Rabbit got baked into a pie, or maybe that’s a different guy, so many rabbits and pie-bakers I’ve lost track of their fable-makers. A bunch of bunny honeys wentContinue reading “A special April day nonsense poem”