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SEPARARTION ANXIETY
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he was sitting under the palm trees
watching an old Mexican man
play the bagpipes in the town square
while I watched rotting driftwood
wash up along the shores of Lake Erie
man-made boats, battered and worn
bobbed up and down in the shallow waves
just past the shore
here at home seagulls were doing the same
the sky was blue although his worthy of poetry
and we were two brothers
not born of the same blood
but a bond that tied us from childhood
separated only by different waters
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and we were two brothersnot born of the same bloodbut a bond that tied us from childhoodseparated only by different waters
I love these lines how you were able to symbolize the bond of being connected, but at the same time of a different walk of life with the waves, which was the theme of the with the overall setting. Brilliance. -
It's the details that can really draw you into a poem.
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When you're living with depression it's not often you have friendships that span your lifetime.
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Lovely, I love your prose, and theme of the poem!!!
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Very vivid imagery. Great piece!