Driftwood

Poem By Shaun Cronick

Lost.
Aimless.
Alone.
Floating.
Wandering.
Wherever the winds and oceans usher me.
Rising and falling on every wave's ebb and current's pull.
Once part of something larger.
Now shattered.
Voiceless.
Emotionless.
Dead.
A splinter of life's flotsam.
Driftwood.

Comments about Driftwood

I can beauty in this poem as I can see it in you Bravo! Love ya
Excellent poem Shaun! On the surface it could be perceived as simply about driftwood, yet on a deeper level It seems to personify the sense of alienation we've all experienced at some point in these maddening, modern times. That's my interpretation anyway... particularly evident in the profound lines, ' Once part of something bigger./ Now shattered/ Voiceless/ Emotionless/ Dead'...great stuff...it's a fabulous five from me!
A deeply poignant yet beautiful poem, Shaun Touching lines and compelling images that vividly depict a driftwood. Each and every line evokes emotion and create a picture on the mind and heart of a reader. To my Poem List and of course five stars! ! ! .
I envy your way of writing about this driftwood: instead of telling about its contorted shape and worn-down surface, you focus on the merciless forces that tossed it about. I admire poems that can grapple with fluid forces, compared to poems that get stuck on details and markings. I invite you to compare my poem MAN CUT IN WOOD 2, in which the woodgrain claimed my attention.


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