Eli Spivakovsky


Shifting Boats Crumble - Poem by Eli Spivakovsky

Shifting Boats Crumble
Ocean beds
Part of my mind goes blank like the new day.

A rope that pulls and crushes snow
For the climber
Creaks this same echo

Topic(s) of this poem: sound

Form: Free Verse


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, November 1, 2016

Poem Edited: Tuesday, November 1, 2016


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