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Away on a Ship
by Angela CottermanUnder the cerulean blue, the sand was like baby's skin. I floated in its womb, neither new nor of the sea.
In the night, I could not remember land. From the deck, concentrating into the pitch, I heard a heart.
At sea. 04/21/2009 Posted on 04/22/2009
Copyright © 2024 Angela Cotterman
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 04/22/09 at 03:13 AM I really like that first line. Whether this is just a stand-alone thing or the introduction to a larger piece of work, I really enjoyed it. |
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