Adrift July 30, 2006
Posted by Spiralskies in : Writing Bits , trackbackin my own world
misplaced in my own reality
No longer sure where I was heading
The place that I came from gone
Where do I go when directions are lost?
Where is my compass, my guiding light?
Here alone, wherever here is
no way of knowing if I’m moving at all
Paddling in circles,
serene surface ripples
the only sign
I am still alive
Eyes closed
Ears not listening
not wanting to hear
the silence that exists between two nowheres
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I really admire how you explore ideas through poetry - it just doesn’t sit easily with me as a form. I especially love your last line “the silence that exists between two nowheres” - what an evocative expression.
Oh, thank you! It doesn’t sit easily with me either - I find it SO hard? The ‘between two nowheres’ thing was actually a prompt for an A215 exercise!! Best line in the poem was stolen, how crummy
Will bung up the final 5 lines’ worth of TMA for a laugh sometime (rest is pretty much there)
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