In The Post Office
I swim.
I float in heavy water.
I am foldable,
stitched,
coastal towns ripped apart.
This place is home.
This is the water,
the stars and the sky.
Secrets, whisper-words:
they belong underneath my chest.
I am home.
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It's so great to start off on a high note! This took me the whole day to formulate, but everything about the writing process of this piece is just so fun.
Done with day 1!
2 comments:
i really like the stanza with whisper words. such a nice fresh image :) hurray on getting your first one done!
i took an old poem for my revision project and it turned into a story. ok. that was weird!
This makes me think, I've read it a few times and I still don't know what I feel about it.
Which is a complement to the author for creating such a complex poem :)
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