..
I am from
ink. The brink
of heartbreak.
The swell of grace.
Some podunk place
you’ve never heard
of. A pom-pom. A pen.
The pocket of a jean
jumper. The bumper of
a Gran Torino (green).
A reservation mesa. The
other side of the tracks.
An Air Force Base.
A place so deep in the
heart of the sea, you
can only find it by
following your own salt.
..
Written for Toads.
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Your closing causes tears to well, de…so much truth and in a way for me, it speaks to the way we’re all connected…that we can find the hearts of each other by following our own hearts. Sigh. Thank you, for writing this poem.
I love how you pull me in with the first stanza… perfection with that ink.. to brink of heartbreak.. exquisite.
From ink… such a dramatic opening and leading through to a dynamic final reflection.
some experiences are just that, even with sincere empathy, only the players in the drama know what its like
have a nice Monday
much love…
Oh my, your story caught me at ink. I feel tears in your ending. Thank you so much for writing for the challenge!
Oh De ❤ this is gorgeous! Especially in love with your closing lines..!
Seems like we're both women of the sea ❤ Beautifully executed.
Lots of love,
Sanaa
This is so hot. You’re stirring up my mermaid mojo with that ending. 😉
This just trips and sways like a slowly falling leaf. I loved this, I also used the same title today. Yikes! What does that say about your talent?
can only find it by
following your own salt.
Where one cares one endeavors to follow one’s instinct. Only then one discovers aplenty. Truly said De!
Hank
This is wonderful, De….I love all those places.
Lovely close especially and well worth its salt! Thanks. K.
Wonderful indeed, especially consclusion.
I love the list effect here – such a range of places and associations to make up the point of origin.