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Étouffée Pull me
into position.
Push where
I need to be.
Shove me
out of the way.
Slip me
into my berth.
I'm too ponderous
for these
confined waters,
Too unresponsive
for shallow channels;
force me
where I must go.
I have such a heavy load,
and these high sides
can catch any breeze;
I tend to drift
and run aground,
without constant attention.
Pull me, push me,
wherever I must go.
:/
again, I feel like something is missing, a beavis makes you see the world differebntly vibe or something... most of the poem seems to blunt for you, staruight forward, but these lines they feel like you
"I tend to drift
and run aground,
without constant attention."
Much Love
Ashley
:-)
I was thinking of a day I spent watching the barge traffic on the river, imagining where they were going to and coming from, what they held, who awaited that cargo; watching the tugs diligently guiding them through the bridge and around the sandbars, oh so careful with that precious cargo; and as I began to write, I just started thinking of all the ways the analogy and imagery worked. This feels like a fav of the things I've written lately (which usually is the kiss of death;-), How the analog worked for faith, life, love, fate. I think this is right in the groove, but it may be one of those bubble poems ;-)
but I think Lady A May have the pulse of this one
Theodore Roetke
"...I wake to sleep and take my waking slow. I learn by going where I have to go..." Beav, this sounds like a prayer - yr poempal - Stella
;-)
indeed it does, Lady A, you nailed it, however you read it!