I have been here
on the shore
all nightthe channel is filled
with sea creaturesdolphins
whales
manateethey call to me
I grow wings
& the angel
shows me how to use themI have been lost
swimming
for a long timeflamingos & fire lizards
play together in a forest
stripped of leavesthey lose their ball
& look for it
in the pelican's mouthgulls & eagles & ravens fly
together in a great swarm
like beesto the sea
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@WATERMARK |A Poet's Notebook
- Disclaimer
Please do not assume that I am the speaker/ subject of my poems.
In these times of creative nonfiction and fictionalized memoirs, I think of the poem itself as true fiction: it is most likely not factual, but it must be true.
It is likely to be -- it is best if it is -- a truth I did not know before I wrote, and may not understand even then.
A poem is my way of discovering (dis-covering) what I feel; sometimes, what I think -- but it is not necessarily biographical.
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