The Fish Tank of Life

 

FFfAW Week of 6-10-2015

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Genre: Flash Fiction

Word Count: 175

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The Fish Tank of Life

 

Did you ever feel like a guppy in the fish tank of life? Sometimes you may change your stripes but there are still plenty of fish bigger than you, prettier than you, more talented than you and even more aggressive than you. And we aren’t even talking about the other inhabitants of the tank like sharks that will eat you up and not think anything about it. Also frogs and snails who will stink up your tank and clean it at the same time.

My name is Deema. I started out as a guppy. Then, I had fish therapy at one point and outgrew my tank. Now, I swim in the ocean with the dolphins and teach man how to fish like dolphins do. I communicate so much better and know who I am and where I belong in life. I even help other guppies and try to save them from the aggressive sharks in their tanks.

What about you? Do you know what type of fish you are in the fish tank of life?

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Some Poetry I Love

Some Poetry I Love is a reblog of my own from my other website, Susan’s Creative Writing and Poetry. This blog post was written by me in March 2015 and was titled, Some Poetry I Love. I continue to write poetry, mostly free verse and Haiku. Currently, I am learning the poetry form of Haiku on All Poetry from a Beginning Haiku class that is weekly for 19 weeks. FYI…never let you mind grow stale. Enjoy my blog post.

Susan…


 

I want to share some of my favorite poetry that I love. The poets and poems that I share hold a special place in my inner soul. They speak to me personally in the silence just by reading the words. I transcend to the place the poet is while writing the poem. Listen and let the poetry speak to you.


What more do I need

than
the air
trees
snow
sun
wind
& an alphabet
to build this poem.

— Bauke Kamstra, author of We All Reach the Earth by Falling


I Know Why The Caged Bird Sing

by Maya Angelou

The free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
and dips his wings
in the orange sun rays
and dares to claim the sky.
But a bird that stalks
down his narrow cage
can seldom see through
his bars of rage
his wings are clipped and
his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.
The caged bird sings
with fearful trill
of the things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill for the caged bird
sings of freedom
The free bird thinks of another breeze
and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn
and he names the sky his own.
But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing
The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.

Author Notes

The title and inspiration for this poem came from a line in Paul Dunbar’s poem “Sympathy” http://oldpoetry.com/opoem/11717-Paul-Laurence-Dunbar-Sympathy .
It was also the title of the first volume of Dr. Angelou’s autobiography published in 1969.

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 Mirror

by Sylvia Plath

I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions.
Whatever I see I swallow immediately
Just as it is, unmisted by love or dislike.
I am not cruel, only truthful ‚
The eye of a little god, four-cornered.
Most of the time I meditate on the opposite wall.
It is pink, with speckles. I have looked at it so long
I think it is part of my heart. But it flickers.
Faces and darkness separate us over and over.
Now I am a lake. A woman bends over me,
Searching my reaches for what she really is.
Then she turns to those liars, the candles or the moon.
I see her back, and reflect it faithfully.
She rewards me with tears and an agitation of hands.
I am important to her. She comes and goes.
Each morning it is her face that replaces the darkness.
In me she has drowned a young girl, and in me an old woman
Rises toward her day after day, like a terrible fish.

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I will conclude with three of my recent poems that I have not shared. This poetry came from a darker place when I was feeling angry and experiencing highs and lows vacillating.


 Highs and Lows

Mountain highs
Mountain lows
Love makes you high
then leaves you low.
Love highs
Love lows
First you’re giddy
then you’re broken
High, low
giddy, broken
Mountains, love.

© Susan Langer. All rights reserved


 Angry Independence

Life is what takes you in
and spits you out.
The world eats you up
and I spit it out
in response.
People use you
and abuse you
til they throw
you away when done;
used up, spent.
I refuse to be taken in,
spit out, eaten up,
used up, abused,
thrown away or
spent any longer.
My eyes glare!
My claws sharp!
I declare my angry
independence
today!
Author Notes
Righteous Anger.

© Susan Langer. All rights reserved, 11 days ago


 I Blew It, Again

I blew it again.
Tried to offer opinion,
unsolicited.
Unwanted advice
rejected again…
once again.
I was rejected
and rightly so.
Asking why did
I offer advice
when not asked for,
once again.
Asking God
to shut my
mouth.
“Speak only good
or not at all…
not at all.” He says.
Author Notes
Poem speaks for itself. I blew it, again.

© Susan Langer. All rights reserved


Thank you for sharing some of my favorite poets and poems. Also, thank you for reading my own poetry. To read more of my favorite poets or to read more of your own favorites, you can find them on All Poetry. Let me know if you enjoyed this blog post. Let me know some of your favorite poems and poets.

Susan…


30 Day Blogging Challenge Day 19-Regrets

Day 19 – What is your biggest regret in life?

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No Regrets in Life, Just Lessons…

What is my biggest regret? I try not to live with regrets. I look at life as full of choices, at least when you are an adult. It is apparent to me that each choice you make either consciously or unconsciously results in your life following one path or another.  I used to blame God for the path I had followed, but now I truly understand free will and that God does not impose His will on me. It is just that each choice has consequences in your life.

Back to regrets that I have. I suppose the biggest regret that I have is that my first boyfriend, Tom and I did not get married. He was my first true love and was really sweet and good. I was, on the other hand, immature and had only one goal in mind…to complete nursing school and college. I delayed marrying him because I was afraid I would become dependent on someone and not be able to be financially independent and able to support myself if the marriage failed. I continued with school and Tom became impatient with me and my limited amount of time that I could spend with him. With my determination to complete school and Tom’s problem with feeling excluded from my life, it was clearly doomed to fail. We did not know how to communicate what our needs were. Tom went on to marry the following year to someone else and I have never seen or heard from him again. That is my biggest regret.

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I realize that the choices I made directly determined the path I followed in my life. I became a nurse and years later met and fell in love with the man who is now my ex. Given the choices that I made, right or wrong, they led to the biggest gift in my life, my daughter. The pain I felt in my marriage also led me into counseling and with therapy, I was able to deal with my lost childhood, the sexual abuse, and change into the person that I am today. So even with regrets, I have been blessed with gifts along the way. It all depends upon our choices that we make in our life and a gracious God that honors our choices but still loves us unconditionally until we are ready to be loved unconditionally.

What is your biggest regret?

Susan…