Completely
dehisced
from known
land from
maps
and plans
past the limit
of margins
waking up
now is like being
on a boat–
Where
has the night
delivered me?
[Apologies for general lack of posting and responding to comments, in the process of moving and with variable wifi access!]
Glad you’re back!
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Thanks! Me too 🙂
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Good luck with your move! Beautiful poem!
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Thanks, Claire!
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Your poem touched a nerve with me. I like the use of the word dehisced and the boat metaphor.
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Thanks Kim– glad to hear it resonated with you
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