Of Octopodes This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

Shuffling tentacles grope blindly through
the swish, swish of an ocean cold.
The octopus has eight strong arms; you

never were one to see the day so blue,
and now, grown very old
shuffling tentacles grope blindly through.

A cane in front of you,
your tightening grip holds.
The octopus has eight strong arms, you

slip down the stairs in lieu
of operations and tubes. You are bold.
Shuffling tentacles grope blindly through,
swimming in an ocean blue.

Medication as a temptation greatly holds
the octopus has eight strong arms, you
are under the water, choking on rue.

Scream to the surface, so very cold,
shuffling tentacles grope blindly through,
the octopus has eight strong arms, you.

This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.






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SMWells said...
Oct. 29, 2010 at 10:56 am
This is one of a very few poems. That will not easily slip frome the mund of the reader.
 
SMWells replied...
Oct. 29, 2010 at 10:57 am
Oh! bother. I mint [mind] not mund.
 
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