do you know who I am
here beneath my own sea
the deep waters of words
I released on the tides
never knowing what shore
they might reach if at all
do you know why I write
why I’ve chosen to live
in this literate ocean
with creatures who can’t
read a word but who pass
every poem through their gills
do you know why I swim
in this cold crushing darkness
displacing with each striven
stroke a whole lifetime in
churned cavitation of thoughts
burst as soon as they’re born
do you know or not care
either way hardly matters
for writing at crux is a lonely
affair independent cerebral
well suited to drift the abyss
here beneath my own sea
Wonderful!
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much appreciated
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Well I’ve arrived back to read an absolute belter! It is one of those poems that doesn’t really need a title such is the surreal power of the first person’s musings.
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welcome back, my friend
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Cheers Sir
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Love this piece of yours 😀
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thanks kindly, Nicole
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Yes, somehow we do find or “sink” to that place beneath it all… knowing our art depends (although, often in defense of ourselves) on others.
” Once the terrible freedom is acknowledged, man has to make this meaning himself, has to commit himself to a role in this world, has to commit his freedom. And this attempt to make oneself is futile without the “solidarity” of others.” Jean-Paul Satre
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a magnificent quote – thank you
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Aqua`marine . . .
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a stimulating color
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Excellent. I like this one best so far.
Yu/stan/kema.
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I’m so glad it worked for you
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It’s an exquisitely beautiful poem. Not sure if you want us to answer the questions asked within.
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they are pretty much rhetorical
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That will save space in the comment box….
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Impressive writing.
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much appreciated, Robert
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Achingly lonesome in the abyss, beautifully penned.
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thanks kindly, Anne-Marie
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As much as I appreciate the appreciation of others, I know their interpretation of my words will follow their own thoughts and perceptions. Maybe it has to do with my emotional attachment to a particular poem, but at times I think, “Oh well, at least I know what I meant.” Other times, I recognize the unexpected insight their observations, even their own interpretation, can provide. So, even though I write for my own satisfaction, I always remain open.
As usual, your chosen image fits perfectly with a well written piece.
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I greatly appreciate your thoughtful comments
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Sure, I’ll go for a swim anytime.
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sounds delightful – as a one time lifeguard, I would assure your safety
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Never felt more secure 😉
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