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Saturday, 28 October 2017

Drifting


i am drifting
free
floating
i am weak
tired
brittle with age
the storms of life
gales
squalls
have battered me
torn me
worn me out
and now
i have simply
let go
no more responsibilities
important functions to perform
peace
rest
i drift
float
i have released my grip
on the supports
the foundations
the bulwarks 
of my life
i give myself up
a gift to the earth
in my death
i shall provide life



9 comments:

  1. Now there is a somber note. Sounds like you are giving up ...

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  2. Thank you for the qualification. The poem strikes home.

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  3. Like others I am glad to hear that your lovely poem is not autobiographical.

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  4. Sad, yet sweet also.
    I like the idea of supporting new life through my death.

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  5. "Story of a Leaf" by Delores. Nicely done.

    How is the "feet" topic going for tomorrow? lol

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  6. Awesome blog, i always enjoy & read the post you are sharing. Thank for your very good article...!
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  7. I love how you put words together ... works so well.

    All the best Jan

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