From a Distance
From a distance
in the cold, a ship will float
above the surface of the ocean
Things become whole unto themselves
when you stare at them long enough
from a fixed point in space:
the world makes sense of itself
From the foothills, the forest is all there is
—there—breathing on the horizon
a bird escapes like a lifeboat into the blue
(from Impermanence, 2021. Mad Orphan Lit.)
The poetry I put in the world is part of a practice of hope. I invite you to write an answer poem and copy it or link to it in the chat!
Acts of a Recovering Drama Queen is about writing against melodrama. I take my cue from Nature, whose matter-of-fact dramas can be seen from shifting points of view & embracing the paradox of acceptance and hope.
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