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Mar 31, 2013 9:34:18 GMT -5
Post by Nora D Watterson on Mar 31, 2013 9:34:18 GMT -5
lost
an island the shore littered rocks of what is and is not
differential unending
castaway implies "being"
no such luck my dear is more- the pattern of lichen
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lost
Apr 29, 2013 23:36:32 GMT -5
Post by Marion Poirier on Apr 29, 2013 23:36:32 GMT -5
Hi Nora,
The poem starts off as promising. I like the motif but then I get "lost" trying to figure out where you are going. (no pun intended) There is a surreal quality about the poem if that is what you intended, or not; I get the feeling of drifting; however, the last verse is a puzzle.
Could this be considered a stream of consciousness poem? Interesting read but can't help wondering who you are talking to in the last verse unless you are talking to yourself.
Best regards, Marion
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