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Thirty Miles Out to Sea
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Button It hits me like magic being
expelled from the air
There are a thousand objects here
that we can call nature
the grass and the pine
grove
and all the needles
making music by the wind
It's all the matter
beneath my feet
the rocks intrigued
by the souls it defeats
We were once dead here
turned into particles
drifted out to sea.
After all,
surrounded by it.
There's no need for it
The love I thought I
found
was nothing but my fear,
I fear.
The plague. The machine.
Does not exist here.
There is a great element of
There is a great element of fear when starting over or anew. Our insides turn to jelly and hummingbird wings, all the while discovering it was a silly thing to worry over at all. As always, wonderful writing.
"It is a terrible thing to be so open. It is as if my heart put on a face and walked into the world" -- Sylvia Plath.
I'm completely spellbound by
I'm completely spellbound by this intricate yet enormous stream of thought. Your brilliant use of white space, luminous voice and thought-provoking introspection on existence itself makes this extraordinary. The poem is spacious as it tunnels deep. I'm so glad I found you! I'll certainly be back.
Both the wording of the poem,
Both the wording of the poem, and its format on the screen, are very powerful.
Starward
Powerful, capturing finish
Really captured, and trying to unravel, your final 5 lines and their deeper meaning, drawing from the whole poem. Most specifically, "The love I thought I found / was nothing but my fear, / I fear." Tones of a devastating awakening, yet ultimately a profound and existential awakening in the end.