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sometimes you get mistaken for yourself
Slurps of shingle wash memories mouth
Upon the sea path where steps are worn
Torn, climb the ocean tower as a stutter,
One step up, ten down, one up.
I have been somebody else all my life.
Sail Latin latitude for bedtime stories
Oratio Fatimae told by aged popstars on
Dead Sea Scrolled postcards.
Prey of prayers rattle
The eternal letter box.
I have been somebody else all my life.
O’er fields that never take
The same shape twice,
Police helicopter cuts the coast
As sun’s clenched teeth bare
The scantily clad sycamore ~
Finger relic fresco on this wall.
These hands, which type, are not my own
On my feet are the shoes of my dead fathers
We walk alone, together.
Upon the sea path where steps are worn
Torn, climb the ocean tower as a stutter,
One step up, ten down, one up.
I have been somebody else all my life.
Sail Latin latitude for bedtime stories
Oratio Fatimae told by aged popstars on
Dead Sea Scrolled postcards.
Prey of prayers rattle
The eternal letter box.
I have been somebody else all my life.
O’er fields that never take
The same shape twice,
Police helicopter cuts the coast
As sun’s clenched teeth bare
The scantily clad sycamore ~
Finger relic fresco on this wall.
These hands, which type, are not my own
On my feet are the shoes of my dead fathers
We walk alone, together.
Published 23rd Dec 2020
Author's Note
ERULGCT 81. Uma xx For No Moth's comp Landscaped Engines. Longer than hoped, but writing myself out of 2020. All stay safe and ignore the rabid conspiracy theorists.
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23rd Dec 2020 6:24pm
There is so much writing that is heavily cerebral or sentiments soured by unresolved resentment, not a true revelation of pain and how so much of what happens to us was wrought by our choices, and understanding that and what causes it, I can connect, but I connect more easily with emotion that runs with clear awareness. I feel that in your write here and as a theme in your writing, the spirit of your life haunting line and stanza. That is what poetry is, to me. It's always a pleasure Rob and I hope you do well in the comp.
6th Jan 2021 2:26am
I agree with Daniel this is very emotional Rob
Good luck In the comp ..
Ps I’ve been living someone else life too I so feel you ❤️🤗
Zazzles 👍🏻
Good luck In the comp ..
Ps I’ve been living someone else life too I so feel you ❤️🤗
Zazzles 👍🏻
