Stretching out like a mop
The featured spikes take
Over its body. So dead, color
Of the wet sand. Rigid
like a quebracho trunk.
The Bizarre creature fits in a child’s palm.
But it’s soulless now. The spikes
Chipping off one by one.
The starfish gazing at the white
Ceiling.
No motion
No motion.
Wishing for it to speak.
The starfish now lies
In a dark cabinet with other like it.

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Leslye
December 2, 2016 7:22 pm

i liked how you described your star fish, better than taes

Anthony
December 2, 2016 7:07 pm

Hey Al great poem very deep,after reading your poem I’ve come to believe that this poem is a metaphor for a insecure child.The “featured spikes” on the starfish are his insecurities taking over his body.Eating away at him,slowly sucking his “color” away,looking dead.He lays on his bed,still as a rock,what remains of him can now fit on a child’s hand but is soulless.

Junaid
December 2, 2016 7:02 pm

hey alejandro…
good poem, it show the star fish. the poem also helps people and readers understand how the star fish would
feel when they touch it for the first time. it shows the features of the star fish. vary intersting poem. i would love to read more about the star fish.

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