Under The Sea



I think we live under water,

suspended in muffled moisture,

hanging like invisible tears.

I think we envy the octopus, her eight intelligent arms

and the seahorse his marvellous paternity!

I think we live here, in life’s womb,


swimming endlessly toward angel fish,

waiting for the undercurrent to touch us,

our naked skin,

tasting of salt.


Published by The Silver Poet

I AM a little spark in the sea of conscious awareness. I am passionate about bringing the concept of freedom of expression into the forefront of our one mind and a keen awareness of personal power to the hearts of little children everywhere. I exist to express!

40 thoughts on “Under The Sea

  1. This has a lovely current that gently pulls the reader along. This makes me want to head to the beach tomorrow morning, or climb into the bath tub now and pretend I’m a mermaid. I love how this reminds us we all emerged from the ocean, as all life has. But the ocean is also a place of deep mystery, and that — I think — is what makes this piece so evocative.


    1. This is a very special compliment. this poem has had the effect I desired for others, you describe the feelings I had as it came through, I think there are a thousand poems in the sea… 🙂


      1. Eight children and you haven’t mentioned that in your list of 7 things about you?! I stand in awe. I’ll try to think of octopus (octopi) more kindly from now on, try to envision their nurturing side!


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