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As for an undertow has left my mind windswept
by Jared OrlandoThe wood creaks with each and every step
Splintered, and weather-worn
It is safe to say that I am so very close to freedom
As waves glide over my bare feet
That I cannot see past.
It is dreary, and Ive been here planning
Its all thought over, and I have put on my best clothes
Ive even brought my favorite poems.
This pier reeks of travelers and wonder
The sky is the sleek shadings of pencil.
Im sure the tide is high; I can hear white caps surrounding
Smashing into the foundations, putting everything in motion
I pause to catch my grip on a weary bench post
As there are no waves here in my mind
I think it is time to get some fresh air.
02/25/2008 Posted on 02/26/2008
Copyright © 2025 Jared Orlando
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 02/26/08 at 04:17 AM Great last line. You can always hear the door closing. Very nice indeed. |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 06/09/08 at 12:55 AM Effective use of symbolism, the mind looking for challenge and "awakening"( I think its time to get some fresh air.) |
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