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Thursday, October 8, 2020

Seaward

Rating: 5.0
It's hard to feel like
your growing up when you're moored
- sheltering at home.

I am patiently
waiting to take the helm of my
life's navigation.

My life, so far, is
prelude - I long to cast off
and exit the slip.
anais vionet
Topic(s) of this poem: growing up,navy,sea,teen
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
the sea means freedom and relaxation to me
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COMMENTS
Khairul Ahsan 13 November 2020
'I am patiently waiting to take the helm of my life's navigation.' - How far is that away?
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Paul Brookes 09 October 2020
Very well expressed piece Indeed we all long to cast off our moorings when we are young but its nice to think the harbour is still there waiting if we need to shelter.
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Late October 08 October 2020
Good luck. Hope you have a great experience.
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M Asim Nehal 08 October 2020
I felt ripple, as if a stone is thrown in a calm still pond water. Nice poem....anais 10*** M. Asim
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Deluke Muwanigwa 08 October 2020
Beautiful poem. Bravo. Ummm...dont be too impatient. To every season a turn a turn. Enjoy your lonely moments. One day you will wish you had more time to yourself. So moor that ship poor lass times will change soon.
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