Shipwrecked
When we are bruised and
broken after the waves have
made us into debris, we
become our shipwrecked selves,
gripping any available shore
with frigid fingers, still we
sink
sink
sink
Every sense of a solid foundation
has more strength to
suck us into it
Escape from this poisonous sea,
seek solace in the dry land,
rest your fighting feet
Try to stay, stay grounded,
covered in blankets
of seashells
(dead life is pretty)
The roar of the swell summons us,
insists on our subservience
The call of the colossal crashing
cradles us, digs into our skin
like a bed of sea urchins,
needling, the smell of salt
permeates deep aridity,
the hope for newness
after so many miles of sinking
quicksand
Before what remains of our bodies
becomes driftwood, we linger
between the light
of rare sunshine
and the hours and hours
of pure midnight blue
drown
drown
drown
The bottom of
this body of antiquity
is where we’ll learn
Thistle Thoughts 
This piece is beautifully written with many powerful images. This image will linger in my mind, “we become our shipwrecked selves” . Your line “what remains of our bodies becomes driftwood” resonates with me. I so enjoy your writing.
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Aww thanks so much. I appreciate you reading. 💙
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Powerful poem Jennifer! Also, loved the way it flowed; I got this sense of a whirlpool, and a release from it at the end! And it is such a deep poem with such deep meaning! Bravo!
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Thanks, Dominic
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Welcome Jennifer!
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I love this one.
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Thank you, Tara ❤️
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This is one of the most gripping poems I’ve ever read, Jennifer. If you were reading it out loud I’d howl at the end😁
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☺️ Wow, thank you, Sun! That’s too kind. 💜
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Wonderful vivid poetry with a powerful ending! Brilliantly written 🙂
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Thanks so much, Tom
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Beautifully written ❤️
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Thank you! ♥️
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You are always welcome ❤️
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You are so talented. ❤️
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Thank you, Laura. That is lovely of you to say. ❤️❤️
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I am loving how the layout of this poem reminds me of water sliding over a rock! The imagery is impactful and moving, as rough as the untamed wave and as gentle as poetic emotion.
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Thank you for reading!
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Wow. Just wow!
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Thank you for reading
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Always
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Like the way this poem is formed!
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Thanks so much for reading 💙
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