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In front of us

(Not Drowned)

In front of us

When trying to write,
Something that you feel is “right”
We get stuck in our minds.
And we lose our sight.

Our perspective fades,
The world around us – change
I think it’s strange,
We can never start a blank page.

We are always caught up.
In our book, In our crevasse in the rock
And we never understand,
What is right at hand.

What is staring right back at us,
When we look.
What is obvious is obvious,
Hidden meanings overlooked.

But for me,
The waters are clearer now,
And new feelings, I have found,
From my crevasse in the rock,
I don`t think I`m drowned.

Clearer waters.
The Fish of the Sea.
 

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S.zaynab.kamoonpury

I liked the poetic refrain phrase, crevasse in the rock' and yes I agree we should not overlook hidden meanings, and we should never lose sight of what is right whatever changes the world may bring. Your poem is fabulous and well rhymed and flowing swell. Kudos!

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The fish of the sea

Hi Zaynab, thanks so much for taking the time to write a kind comment, I really appreciate it. I'm glad you like the poem. All the Best. The Fish of the Sea.

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Marion

I'm glad you have found the light Mr Fish...a hopeful and thoughtful write ..hugs ?

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The fish of the sea

Aw thanks so much Marion, I'm glad you like the write. All the best and kind regards. The Fish of the Sea.

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The fish of the sea

Awww thanks so much Liliana, I'm glad you like it as much as I did writing it. All the best and kind regards, The Fish of the Sea

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