#436 – “stranded”



I am sluggish

in this new world

where you

no longer walk,


by this heavy air

that you

no longer breathe.

I drag

murky and


as if I don’t know

where I am,

as if I’m lost

or stranded

in some vague

and empty place

where all I see

around me

is the memory

of your




About Blackbird

Poet, sculptor, jewelry maker, writer, spouse, parent, crazy person - not necessarily in that order.
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2 Responses to #436 – “stranded”

  1. jcqlndav says:

    Merle, this is so great. My experience exactly. You really need to publish.

    Jackie Davison jcqlndav@aol.com

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