you drift along,
along and along,
without wind or sea–
can you see
yourself moving? or is
everything drifting? is
it all doldrums,
your mind sailing on doldrums,
on emptiness, what is
no longer there—was
anything ever there?
you long to immerse
yourself, to immerse
your body in the sea,
the primal waters of the sea–
to float and forget, to
dive and immerse
yourself in life’s womb, to
close your eyes, to
shrink, becoming
a stone waiting to
be cast and skipped rippling
back to where you belong—
where do you belong?
you drift along…
Laura at dVerse has us repeating ourselves. Not difficult for me, as my mind likes to travel back and forth and revisit what it has already said before.
My images are also recycled.
K. 
I am so into your circles, Kerfe.
Also…
This poem feels very elemental and existential to me… I really feel it in my bones.
❤
David
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Thanks David. I can’t get away from the circles, at least not for long.
And I think we all feel this way at times, especially given the rapid pace of our world.
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I enjoy the sense of drifting and self-questioning here. My mind can also drift in circles like this!
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Thanks Ingrid. I think it’s a natural way of thinking, even if we don’t always notice it.
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I like this repetition. It’s like breathing and swimming underwater at the same time.
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I like that idea! Thanks Manja.
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This is an amazing response to the challenge …. beautiful poetry.
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Thanks Helen.
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you took to this form like a duck to water – bravo!
“you long to immerse
yourself, to immerse
your body in the sea,
the primal waters of the sea–”
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Thanks Laura. Another excellent prompt.
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words weaving back and forth
circles ripple outwardly
shaped mystery
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the echo of currents
returning to the source
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The doldrums. It has become a word that means boredom, misery, feeling low. I like how you take its original meaning and let us drift in it, stuck, whether we like it or not.
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Thanks Jane. It’s funny how that happens with words.
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It gives them several dimensions.
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The poem has a tidal ebb and flow, very like waves going up and down. And I love the little drawing at the end. The lights coming through the crayon strokes. Looks a little like a boat, reminds me of Redon’s Barque Mystique.
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Thanks Aletha. That’s an oyster shell I picked up at the beach. They do resemble boats.
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It’s a very lively drawing, has an energy in the marks and gesture.
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i like the “world on pause” feel of this, but then i kinda need one, so this hit the spot. very well written
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Thanks Philip. I think we all could use one.
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The repetition is so effective in this, the sense of aimless drifting is so strong!
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Thanks Kate.
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I think we both fear and long for just being carried along… maybe the frustration of all those decisions while still being frustrated of everything that cannot be controlled.
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I agree Bjorn. There is so much we can’t control. How hard should we fight against the currents?
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sometimes we’re the leaf… and sometimes the stone ~
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Exactly.
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This is very compelling, Kerfe. I am sorry I fell so behind with reading your lovely blog. Michael has been sick again and we have been rushing up and down to the hospital. It is very exhausting and time consuming.
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