Morgan Michaels


Floaters - Poem by Morgan Michaels

I've found it pleasant to name them after stars-
Though they often behave more like fishes
Darting from nowhere as they're wont to
Like hidden, fimbriated wishes;
Eggy sturgeons, one-eyed flounder, restless sharks
Or the revolting leopard fish
Spin-drifting through
The sea of the vitreous.

Moreover, they seem to multiply-
A very un-star-like task-
(Breeding a function sooner seen in sharks
Than stars, which show a tendency to solity:
But stars have prettier names, by far:
Better to murmur 'there, by God,
Goes Betelgeuse, Deneb'
Than Mackerel or Cod.

So I declare them (floaters) enough like dirty stars
To be their namesakes. One like Venus, humongous,
One faintly red, like Mars,
Only moving, moving. I admit,
A trifle wayward, in that regard
And a bit confusing, yet,
What you can't change, I say,
You're wrong to fret.

And, day or night, eyes open, closed or in-between
The longer you live, the more you see-
Harmless, we're told, but annoying-
And a bane to those with OCD! ;
So, (am I wrong?) I will call them after stars
And make them my familiars
Guessing a name sufficiently makes things
Passible to those who think no further.


Comments about Floaters by Morgan Michaels

There is no comment submitted by members..



Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?



Poem Submitted: Friday, July 19, 2013

Poem Edited: Thursday, June 4, 2015


[Hata Bildir]