The Sea

The Sea

The sea rises to the sky and
Drips to the floor
Liquid pearls bead along my railing
The fish hide among kelpen clouds
Green with the oncoming lightning
Thunder sweeps me to sleep
As I sway with the current
On the wind
The birds were once fish
As I was too
Together we long for the depths
Far beyond our reach

Notes

Notes

Below are some notes about this piece, including the thoughts and external inspirations that occurred during its creation. 
Bear in mind, this is simply what I was thinking of when I wrote these poems and what they mean to me. If you interpreted them differently, that does not diminish how you felt as the reader nor the correctness/incorrectness of what you were thinking. 
The Sea [2024] is a prose poem about a rainy Sunday morning.
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Below are some notes about this piece, including the thoughts and external inspirations that occurred during its creation.
Bear in mind, this is simply what I was thinking of when I wrote these poems and what they mean to me. If you interpreted them differently, that does not diminish how you felt as the reader nor the correctness/incorrectness of what you were thinking. Poetry is subjective, and so is being alive.

“the sea rises to the sky and/Drips to the floor” is an allusion to the water cycle of evaporation through to precipitation.
“kelpen” is a word I made up to mix the connections between a floating ocean and the green hue clouds have when there is a storm.
“The birds were once fish/As I was too” refers to early evolution. Since every animal on earth originally evolved from lobe-finned fish. As humans, we have a knack for looking behind us and romanticising history, I believe this extends with everything, all the way to our beginnings.

Sources: 

The Conversation
NOAA
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