Ashore, Still

Posted July 12, 2018

Mid-July and I,
alone;
only a wide blue,
above, below.

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Imaginary Garden With Real Toads
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8 thoughts on “Ashore, Still”

Posted July 13, 2018 at 2:32 am by Rosemary Nissen-Wade

A beautiful, if melancholy, response.

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Posted July 13, 2018 at 5:35 am by thotpurge

Sounds perfect!

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Posted July 13, 2018 at 9:02 am by annell4

I suppose a man who doesn’t like to be alone with himself, could never be a fisherman? Perfect.

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Posted July 13, 2018 at 9:14 am by Jo

I love the brevity of your poem — it says a lot in very few words.

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Posted July 13, 2018 at 2:21 pm by kanzensakura

Excellent small poem. Being alone is not so bad, hey?

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Posted July 14, 2018 at 9:22 am by Vivian Zems

Lost-but not- in blue. Beautiful!

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Posted July 15, 2018 at 6:41 pm by Susie Clevenger (@wingsobutterfly)

I can see myself there, sitting where sky and water become almost one.

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Posted July 17, 2018 at 3:51 pm by MrsBednar

You captured it!

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