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troller
you are a trawler in the green gold blue black
sea i love.
you are a trawler calling herself the ark of the covenant
outfitted absurdly for war.
the white dove you send flying
wants to sleep in the sand.
and your lines hang with rotten meat.
you will catch no good fish today.
Published 24th Jan 2021
| Edited 25th Jan 2021
Author's Note
until i think of a proper poem, have this little thought, and feel free to add your own
it’s about the writing always about the writing
it’s about the writing always about the writing
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
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24th Jan 2021 6:50pm
24th Jan 2021 11:25pm
26th Jan 2021 5:57am
26th Jan 2021 6:12am
I have many like this. Many, many Word page from over the years. I would like to revisit them someday but it seems daunting.
Thank you for sharing because it made me think of my writings.
Thank you for sharing because it made me think of my writings.
26th Jan 2021 12:42pm
I'm at my mum's most these past days while she is coping with her broken heart (well, it was already broken but now it has another crack) This made me think, I wish she wrote because I totally believe writing helps tons, then it made me think again "hang on, she keeps a dairy/journal" always have and I believe that has the same quality. Writing is medicinal, for whatever reasons.
Thank you for sharing anna. x
Thank you for sharing anna. x
