grappling with air and fish

Haiku

Grappling with air, the
Fish just out of water swim
'Cross plastic valleys.

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Couplets

Grappling---the thoughts
fluttering still,

Within captured
essence, silent

Air. We hang still
like marionettes.

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Villanelle

The table, empty and clean.
The boss, still not risen up from bed.
She asks: What do you mean?

Cloth, white to the seams.
The fish, finished up to the head.
The table, empty and clean.

You, ordered: polish 'til it gleams.
The daughter has, instead of him, broken bread.
She asks: What do you mean?

You didn't dare interrupt as you think he dreams.
But she insists, and there had to be led.
The table, empty and clean.

'Tis not good, she deems,
As you echo her dread.
She asks: What do you mean?

Nothing is what it seems.
The patriarch, now dead.
The table, empty and clean.
She asks: What do you mean?