aquatic nocturne.

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aquatic nocturne , sylvia plath

deep in liquid
turquoise slivers
of dilute light

quiver in thin streaks
of bright tinfoil
on mobile jet:

pale flounder
waver by
tilting silver:

in the shallows
agile minnows
flicker gilt:

grapeblue mussels
dilate lithe and
pliant valves:

dull lunar globes
of blubous jellyfish
glow milkgreen:

eels twirl
in wily spirals
on elusive tails:

adroir lobsters
amble darkly olive
on shrewd claws:

down where sound
comes blunt and wan
like the bronze tone
of a sunken gong.

Despite being drawn several times to starting a blog, the idea of putting personal thoughts on the web has always been slightly embarrassing if not arrogant. The idea that someone out there, someone that has never met me, and who I have never met, might be reading about my inner most thoughts and my personal life is disturbing for me. They would judge me on the words I write here and no on who I am. Which is why I say this, my friends, for you are my friends if you have been so kind to take time out of your day and read this blog (and if not, then please leave, you're not wanted), this world is filled with people who will judge you on what you say without knowing you, they will judge you on what you wear without seeing you, they will judge you on what you do without understanding you; no one likes those kinds of people, please don't judge me based on my writings here. I promise you that my writing will be, at times, pointless, emotional, petty, stupid, childish, and possibly prophetic.

I have always thought of people who believed their word so important that it needed to be published into words and put onto the internet to be arrogant, and therefore it deterred me more into starting an actual blog. For if I thought that, I surely would not be the only one. Therefore, I return to my first point, judgment and assumptions will not be permitted. As a human being, I live several lives. I have a home life, a school life, an online life, a personal life, and now, I have a blog life. What I say here may bleed over to my other lives and you do not need to care nor do you need to say anything to things you do not understand or refuse to accept.

With all the disclaimers aside, I leave you with the poem above. I'm sure there is a deep meaning behind every line that I have yet to discover, but for now, just read the poem by Ms. Plath and be at peace with the beautiful imagery that caught my eye and inspired the title of this blog.