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Numbers we have memorized - Fl370, 239, 28 and counting (268)
by Kristina Woodhill
we rock
raw kneed
ashore
like tides
whisper to the waves
prayers flow
hitch rides
and hitch again
beg fins
to deeper shelves
entreat sea worms
to blaze our human words
aglow
where
how
why
above we blur like ragged ripples
you
below
must know this rain is not from clouds
small drift-wood slabs
a flower, shells, kissed pretty pebbles
sometimes a tiny, hopeful
upright grass mast pushed deep
into a shrunken crack, soon to swell shut tight
wish boats set sail
too many
to count
04/19/2014 Author's Note: Malaysian Flight 370, SEWOL ferry
Posted on 04/19/2014
Copyright © 2024 Kristina Woodhill
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 04/20/14 at 05:44 PM So much rain can come from inside, at least for me. I felt it when I was a child and still feel it today when I am well past where I sometimes feel I should be. Thank you lady. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 04/22/14 at 11:57 AM Interesting, even disturbing response to a disturbing and puzzling event, Kristina. Well done...the line breaks and spacing add effect to the affect. |
| Posted by Laura Doom on 04/22/14 at 12:38 PM As your words and the media coverage demonstrate, it's not about the numbers, though I knew where you were by numbers alone--the irony is chilling. |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 04/30/14 at 12:39 PM beyond the content and sheer musicality of this piece, one can sit back and marvel at the exquisite usage of the language, as I am doing presently, marveling at each word you have employed, or have swayed to avail themselves to your employ as to become part and parcel of this wonder work. |
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