See the way I have of growing?
November.
I find myself pausing
before funerals.
Prevent me stepping into the sea.
This is a philosophical flourish
nothing surprising.
All men cherish the ocean.
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See the way I have of growing?
November.
I find myself pausing
before funerals.
Prevent me stepping into the sea.
This is a philosophical flourish
nothing surprising.
All men cherish the ocean.
This makes me think of growing olde with grace.
The reference to November is late in the year, yet the pause before funerals is nothing but that – a pause. The last line is like a breath out. This is elegant and strong.
This was the hardest prompt for me ~ thank you!
Wow – well done! I agree with Janinmarathon – elegant and strong!
I love the sea imagery. 🙂
This is fantastic! That too with Erasure!
To think that you wrote this through Erasure is admirable. Isn’t this something that goes through our minds as we age? Fantastic poem 👌