One fish, or: Two fish

Posted on by ben Alexander 
The curmudgeon went clumping along,
Mouthing a rude, curmudgeonly ~
      BLEH!
                                       RUBBISH!
   He was thinking 'bout all that was wrong
   With those rhymers with whom he didn't ~
         HARUMPH!
                                          FEH!

   A poet of whom he wasn't so fond
   Had approached him, but he didn't ~
         UGH!
                                          GO AWAY!
He'd turned, stomping off to dun pond
Where he'd oft go to stare off ~
      FIDDLE STICKS!
                                      SCREW 'EM!

Stunned to see the fish cavorting in pairs,
He was caught totally ~
      WHAT?
                                      AAAAH!
   Sinking, gurgling desperate prayers
   Wet, dark death to which nothing ~
         Nnn...
                                          BLGRBRGLRGBL!

   They glided 'bout him, bubbling rhymes
   Tinkles deep in his mind, fine bell chimes
         ???
                                          ???
Nudging gently, time after time
Sweetest kisses like stanzas sublime
      ...
                                      ...

Laying gasping ashore
He'd transformed at his core
   Verses soulful poured forth
   From mild man; curt curmudgeon... no more

30 thoughts on “One fish, or: Two fish”

    1. I’m glad you liked it, Gabriela – I think it takes an acquired taste to fully appreciate ๐Ÿ˜‰

      (I would imagine that those who love playing with words would be best suited to fully “getting” this one)

      -David

  5. I’m highly surprised by the choice of photo.
    Why is it that this good looker is so mean.
    I’m a little disturbed.
    Well all those sounds are hilarious and it’s a relief and funny to read how they found release, even though I don’t understand half of everything.
    And from that perspective, you’ve nailed it

  10. I love your bubbling rhymes and your imaginative story that poured forth. ๐Ÿ˜‰
    Fun and creative poem, David. ๐ŸŸ๐ŸŸ ๐Ÿ˜ Nice job with formatting too.
    What inspired this poem, may I ask?

    1. It’s a bit odd, but I tend to imagine words and poetry as somehow manifesting in the real world. I just wondered to myself… what would a poem look like if its style reflected the main character’s attitude towards poetry?

      1. Interesting. I love what you manifested from your “odd” thoughts. ๐Ÿ˜ I have had similar and percolating thoughts about poems existing beyond the page. Thank you for offering insight about your creative process.

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