Driftwood Poem by Shaun Cronick

Driftwood

Rating: 5.0


Lost.
Aimless.
Alone.
Floating.
Wandering.
Wherever the winds and oceans usher me.
Rising and falling on every wave's ebb and current's pull.
Once part of something larger.
Now shattered.
Voiceless.
Emotionless.
Dead.
A splinter of life's flotsam.
Driftwood.

Monday, September 28, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: metaphor
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Leeann Azzopardi 29 September 2020

I can beauty in this poem as I can see it in you Bravo! Love ya

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Dominic Windram 29 September 2020

Excellent poem Shaun! On the surface it could be perceived as simply about driftwood, yet on a deeper level It seems to personify the sense of alienation we've all experienced at some point in these maddening, modern times. That's my interpretation anyway... particularly evident in the profound lines, ' Once part of something bigger./ Now shattered/ Voiceless/ Emotionless/ Dead'...great stuff...it's a fabulous five from me!

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Rose Marie Juan-austin 28 September 2020

A deeply poignant yet beautiful poem, Shaun Touching lines and compelling images that vividly depict a driftwood. Each and every line evokes emotion and create a picture on the mind and heart of a reader. To my Poem List and of course five stars! ! ! .

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Denis Mair 28 September 2020

I envy your way of writing about this driftwood: instead of telling about its contorted shape and worn-down surface, you focus on the merciless forces that tossed it about. I admire poems that can grapple with fluid forces, compared to poems that get stuck on details and markings. I invite you to compare my poem MAN CUT IN WOOD 2, in which the woodgrain claimed my attention.

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