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d r i f t w o o d
we shake-start-tangle
topple in tangent curves
as unseen tides pull us apart
we drown and drift like dry wood
and find ourselves washed ashore
different than the last time we could
even remember-not that it mattered then
The waves seem to travel backwards-we drag
our feet as the sands seep in a little more
than before until the low drone of life
sucks us right back in and then we see
the follicle of love and swim ahead
of the swarming jetsam and attach
ourselves hoping to unite once
the walls collapse and that is
just-the-start-of-a-beautiful
letdown as the act of waiting
becomes the singular aspect
of our fragmented existence
in its c-o-n-t-i-n-u-a-m.
Published 9th Apr 2012
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9th Apr 2012 2:56pm
Quite a wistful poem, both beautiful and sad. I can almost feel the imagery used, and can definitely see it in my mind. A lovely write.
12th Apr 2012 00:14am
Miss Indie
Thank you for stopping by.
And the wonderful feedback.
:)
Sumeet
Thank you for stopping by.
And the wonderful feedback.
:)
Sumeet
Anonymous
9th Apr 2012 3:31pm
Sumeet Panigrahi (Whitewand6),
"just-the-start-of-a-beautiful letdown" You have set our senses adrift with another awesome piece!
tornado
"just-the-start-of-a-beautiful letdown" You have set our senses adrift with another awesome piece!
tornado
12th Apr 2012 00:17am
