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Pathfinder - Poem by MARINA GIPPS

On my father's boat, there is a unique little machine
called a 'Pathfinder' and on the ocean
all my dark thoughts are laid out on an ever-changing map.

An abstract tide
carries me, pledging forever everywhere we go.
But I know the ocean better than my old man-
the violence of going underwater
with love and nausea.

Still, this machine plays savior for us all-
says which way we're going, retrieving all cries for help
as we sink to a place so infinite.

Comments about Pathfinder by MARINA GIPPS

  • (11/14/2005 7:11:00 PM)

    great images
    strong words and what
    a last line
    I can feel the sinking
    I can feel the dwelling
    in the eternal depths
    yet not lost
    always a home
    always a dear father
    ready to pluck us from despair
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Poem Submitted: Monday, November 14, 2005

Poem Edited: Monday, June 18, 2007

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