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Anchored
down the anchor
let fall my grief
a poor man glad to have
a lobster with
my wife
Poems on the topic: anchor
Poems on the topic “anchor” on Poets.by.
Meditative
sitting makes me an anchor
alone in a desert
open to a joy beyond myself
that I see as water
and me with my captain
settled in port
Interment
For the burial
of an anchor,
let the water eat
as much as a bed
full of trouble.
Time Lapse
Infinity failed me, and evening
overtook us at gray noon.
No anchor brought order.
I count a knot a night.
To be decided.
You told me,
Maybe
What does that even mean?
Have you not had to time to decide yes or no?
Do you really need more time thinking?
Or is this just some way of filling me with nonexistent hope?
Your a bastard.
But you probably already knew that.
Just like you knew that,
Maybe
Was an anchor of hope.
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