I’m about out of prompts I can work with from this weeks Big Tent Poetry http://bigtentpoetry.org/2011/04/monday-prompts-april-4/. All that was left was write a poem with lungs in it, or one that starts with “The legend says ______,” or finally, one from the point of view of a fish. I had always hoped that those SCUBA lessons would pay off someday, but today wasn’t the day. I hate what came out today. This is the lamest, most contrived peace of **** I’ve ever written, but I made up my mind at the beginning of the week to use the prompts. This one should come with a warning label: Burn before reading.
MUSINGS OF A CLOWN FISH
by Mike Patrick
Ever diligent, that’s my motto.
Those big guys leave no room for error,
and most everybody’s bigger than I.
That’s the price I have to pay
to live in the most beautiful place ever.
Swimming among the stag horn, pillar, and brain coral
is like a trip through the Louvre . . .
except more beautiful, and with more color.
I’m really quick, and my coral friends shelter me.
All those little gaps and holes:
havens, safe harbors, security.
Feel free to come and visit,
but watch out for those big guys.