by Jeo
The Trout Of The Grassland
I sat near a lake at a friendly grassland
With semi-gray hills and soft trees.
I wasn’t expecting loud noises to occur.
But, my heart was thumping
Like a cushioned hammer hitting wood.
I hear a sudden splash
Coming from the lake of brown sorrow.
I saw serpent scales dashing across the water
And a bright trout came out flying for a second.
Her beauty was a giant basket of strawberries.
Why would I even call her a trout?
She appeared to have thick, black hair
With strands of sunset gold.
Her flirty smile can make a bear
Spare her life for eternity.
The “trout” showed more of her scales
From her tail, swaying intelligently
As if my eyes were slow
And can fall out of sight at any time.
Well, she was right about that.
She looked afraid, as if I had a fishing rod.
But, I barely afforded my lunch,
Which was a large fried fish taco
With shredded cabbage and diced tomatoes.
Now, I wish I’d starve.
We took one more glance at each other
Because I know I won’t see her again.
She splashed water on me, feeling cold
And my heart started to warm up.
Her presence made me shiver.
About the Author
Jeovany Tzilin Gomez is an Arizonian poet raised in the city of Lawndale, California who draws his work from how he sees life. His main poetic inspirations consist of Pablo Neruda, André 3000, Langston Hughes, and Kendrick Lamar. He wants readers to find their own unique interpretation of his poetry, as his images can be placed in different contexts. One might find him sipping his morning coffee while honing his utilization of literary devices.