Giant Oarfish Poem

Friday, October 4, 2019

Giant Oarfish Poem

The time I drop a poem inspired by the oarfish and show you an abstract painting of my reinterpretation of the gorgeous long deep-sea fish.

Hi folks. How's it going there? I'm back with a poem! And it's inspired by a giant oarfish. True story: I never knew this fish existed until my sister shared a news article about it and naturally, it piqued my interest.

I also painted a reinterpretation of the deep-sea pelagic lampriform(I don't know how to pronounce this with a straight face) fish using old nail polishes months ago. I spiced the fish up with vibrant colors as an appreciation for its existence I knew nothing about until this year.

A succulent intermission for no reason:

Random succulent says hi...

I'm sure there are many, many other live forms we all know zero about that will blow our minds just like this yellow slime mold that is far more perceptive than some of us (including myself).

This paragraph about the yellow slime mold is amazing. Read it with enthusiasm in the voice of your favorite narrator, please:

"Compared with most organisms, slime molds have been on the planet for a very long time—they first evolved at least 600 million years ago and perhaps as long as one billion years ago. At the time, no organisms had yet evolved brains or even simple nervous systems. Yet slime molds do not blindly ooze from one place to another—they carefully explore their environments, seeking the most efficient routes between resources. They do not accept whatever circumstances they find themselves in, but rather choose conditions most amenable to their survival. They remember, anticipate and decide. By doing so much with so little, slime molds represent a successful and admirable alternative to convoluted brain-based intelligence. You might say that they break the mold."

This mold might inspire another poem soon. Stay tuned, peeps.

For now, here's a poem inspired by the elusive yet amazing giant oarfish.

Abstact giant oarfish painting in old nail polish

Title: Oarfish Poem

Sea demon
they call me,
subject of spine-chilling
ocean mysteries,
I know
absolutely nothing
except for
when I dance,
the static
around me tickles
my scaleless body
in senses
I know no word
true to the experience
to describe
Vision only
ever assumes
my reality
you won't see me
unless you venture
beyond the turbulence
where stillness
redefines its own meaning
and if you ever chanced
upon me
it will be
when I rise
a strange
slender, long thing
gulping shallow breaths
dotted silhouette
feeling the rare burning sun
ashore in foreign depth
my heart twinkles
before it meets
a silence too familiar
as my sweet old home...


Happy oarfish dancing under the sea..

I've never met a real life giant oar fish but in writing this poem or having it written as I imagined a perky oarfish doing her thang in the very deep sea, I felt like I could have been the fish I was writing about. Or, at least, it's a fish I want to be hanging out with if I was another deep sea oarfish.

That said, what do you feel when you read this poem? Share your thoughts down below after you are done feeling those feelings! I do enjoy reading them, so make sure to drop it long and hot!

Okay, that's enough from me. Thank you, as always, for reading! It's a pleasure to write for you!

shanaz@RS | 12:01 AM | Labels:

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