an ocean , your eyes
i flow with the crest and trough
but when will i drown
just funny sorrows
as i sail through the grub street
on rafts of paper
/ original / zg
[ Ref : grub street ~ the world of impoverished writers and literary hacks.
:- after Grub Street, London, former name of Milton Street, where such writers lived ]
Sorrows can put us on paper rafts in an ocean.
ReplyDeleteThought provoking poem.
sailing on rafts of paper!! wonderful.
ReplyDeleteVulnerable...delicate..paper rafts.
ReplyDeleteI like what you did with this. Beautiful.
Very nice - I'd forgotten 'grub street' - this is well written!
ReplyDeleteah to be absorbed in the ocean of ones eye.
ReplyDeletedrowning love written in lines of sorrow
ReplyDeleteWhen will I drown? Such a painful, loving, willing question.
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