Goldiva’s Flying Dream #2

The follow-up to Godiva search and two alternation endings. Originally post June 2014

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“Occasionally, when I leave the top of my fish tank open, I find a dried fish on the floor. I had never contemplated the depth of disappointment. Shattered dream!! My oh my, this dream has led this gold fish to her land of mammon. Oh my gosh, can it be that Goldiva is a pseudo salmon.”

Drying fish spread o’er the floor, ghastly horror, feeds my furor.
Erase this sight, try as I might, hopelessly haunted ever more.

– Jack Holm


Goldiva’s Flying Dream #2

– Clarence Holm
While my brother contemplates an end most horrific
With science I speculate a tale more specific.
While fishes can jump, still it seems we pre-propose
The reality of worlds beyond sensory control
Can exist multiple universes where copies repose
Each with an existence, replete with a role.
If Hugh Everett did dream of a life without end
Where outcomes are varied and made…

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Goldiva’s Flying Dream

A golden search for salvation.., Originally posted June 2014

PrairieChat

– Clarence Holm

We recently set up our pond for the summer and added some goldfish to add some flashes of color to the water. Our pond has a recycling pump that shoots the water through a filter up into an upper pond, where it drains back down. Because the pond is a little smaller I did not put any fish in that level. Two days later while looking at the pond I noticed one fish swimming in the upper pond. The only thing I could figure out was that the fish had jumped from one level to the other

I thought about the will of the fish and imagined what might have inspired it.

Goldiva Our Garden Pond

Goldiva the goldfish went round and round, twenty-four hours a day,
Her school swam right unceasingly, draped in glistening gold array.
If one slowed down, one sped up, to close up flaws…

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Catchured

I’m surrounded by cats and this one sheds the most!

PrairieChat

           Tappy

                              By Clarence Holm

Feline prowler of a family’s lair,
Pampered daily, with great flair.
Coyly disregarding a parlor game,
With no suitable sense of shame.

Finicky sniffer of salmon filet
Pushed aside to my dismay.
Every whim, of course, was heeded.
Something crispy apparently is needed.

Tufts of fur whirl in space
Settling on my favorite place.
Lint brush carried in either hand
Even then I feel out-manned.

Idyllic rumblings perched upon my lap
Holding me prisoner in her trap.
Tail waiving in my face
Let’s everyone know it’s a cat’s place!

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Beware The Shadows

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Description: Detail of Satan from The Temptation of Christ, ca. 1500. Engraving, 22.6 x 16.9 cm. C. 1500. Date: circa 1500. Source: Scan of PD artwork reproduced in book. Author: Master L. Cz. (anonymous German Engraver)

Dēofol’s ghoulish night
When the forests are spooky
He strolls in delight

Miseries to all that tread
When persons dare walk with dead

                                        -Clarence Holm
Halloween Tanka (5-7-5 7-7)
Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge 173 Spooky / Night

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https://ronovanwrites.com/2017/10/30/ronovanwrites-weekly-haiku-poetry-prompt-challenge-173-spookynight/

Me Too

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Force et Beauté – Courtesy Stuart Glazer http://www.stuartglazer.com/Romantic-Realism.html

To live inside your secret world
You care most what people think of you.
You hide the hurts, abuse, and jeers
From those who you hope review.

Your dreams and goals are set aside
To serve this cultures’ wishes.
The slights, the pokes and the lurid jokes,
Meant to diminish your noble senses.

Each day you set out to achieve,
Though secretly wishing for acceptance.
But as you push your dream harder each day
It seems you’re not given a chance.

Someday you’ll see it’s never enough,
To live your life for a selected special few.
Stop selling your passion and your goals
Just to be another forgotten who.

             -Clarence Holm