I Have Lived in Many Half-Worlds Myself

Upon reading “Flying Fish” by Carl Sandburg for the first time, I wrote this response. Sharing with DVerse Poets’ prompt, “A Conversation.”

I have lived in many half-worlds myself:
Something simultaneously hopeful and harrowing,
Days which are both depressive and lifted,
Days when despair drowns in floating faith

I have dreams in which I breathe
Under the seawater or up in the sky:
A wing thing. A fish thing.
Sometimes I have lived in that in-between —
And so I know you.

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A Storm Which Spouts Such Squalls

Do any of you sometimes experience so many thoughts and ideas going on in your mind, that you can’t write anything? That is what happened to me today. This ghazal, inspired by the current DVerse prompt about beginnings and endings, is what happened after I did a completely stream-of-consciousness free-write in my poetry notebook. No paragraphs, no capitalization, almost no punctuation….it was like reading The Sound and the Fury. Anyway, here is the slightly less messy mess that I came up with, after my first mess was completed. 

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