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Falling Through (or the Longest Day)

by Susan Cowger 3 Comments

I don’t want to look stoopid, but that man I said was God just died.

Quit looking at me.

Depression’s largess
Hood over fallen tears, short
Fall of heart not skill

~

Shame wipes a damp brow
Salted self-preservation
Casts itself seaward

~

Nets gaping with holes
Cast hope into the ocean
The hollow buoy floats

~

April 12, 2009 , depression, salt, shame Blog

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  1. Craig and Bethany says

    April 12, 2009 at 8:47 pm

    Your one liner under the photo says it all.

    Reply
  2. Tattoo Girl says

    April 12, 2009 at 4:05 pm

    Drifts of flotsam
    Beneath, a puddle of grease
    A seeping secret.

    Prevail.

    Reply
  3. Charles Fishburn says

    April 12, 2009 at 5:28 am

    Spring whirlwind scatters
    uncertain leaves lost adrift
    gathering awaits

    small bit more at chazzz.com.

    Sunday’s comin’…

    Reply

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