Maude Carthwright Poet Rhyme

Arrogance of the Resurgam

Come! 
Sit with me on the sunken boat.
Promise that this boat will float.
I want you to thank me for this,
I’m the depth, and you’re abiss.

We match so perfectly in space,
We even share a lively grace.
Why wouldn’t it be the same,
When we have this boat to tame?!

While we're busy, we may die,
Still, there is no time to cry 
We must build, rebuild instead
For the boat above to stand.

Working in this endless lovely liquid
When there’s nothing left and vivid
We can rise this boat of death,
From the hollow pit of depth.
Resurgam.

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Caren Krutsinger April 8, 2018 at 9:17 PM Theresa, it is not easy to share feelings like this. This is called the "feeling level," and FEW can feel it, still less can express it, and how many can poem-ize it? You and I can, I know that for damned sure! I am so proud of you, Theresa! So so proud!

Caren Krutsinger April 8, 2018 at 9:13 PM Your cadence, rhythm, and flow is impeccably sound and smooth, Maude. Good show!