Porch Poem in These titles mean nothing.

  • March 10, 2021, 5:38 p.m.
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The Prow of a ship
The End of the world
The year, the day advance
And I with them.

My breath is caught
The way home is easy
I am grateful for all
I have, I am, I know.

Today is the end of was
The beginning of will be
My perch is precarious
But I hang on tight.

ConnieK March 10, 2021

THAT is your best ever. Breathtakingly written. Get it published.

Abritelight March 10, 2021

I really like it. :-)

Just Annie March 11, 2021


NorthernSeeker March 11, 2021

Do send that poem in to the New Yorker and your favourite magazines. Now is the nexus we should be in...the Buddhists have that right.

Neogy Titwhistle March 11, 2021

Beautiful! Have you got the vaccine yet?

woman in the moon Neogy Titwhistle ⋅ March 11, 2021

Yes, first dose last Tuesday, Moderna. Slightly sore arm, but otherwise easy.

Purple Dawn March 11, 2021

I enjoyed that :) Thank you for sharing.

Serin March 12, 2021

Well done!

Marg March 13, 2021

Very well done!

Jinn April 21, 2021


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