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Staggering

And through a haze,
without a word,
I march for days,
my movement blurred.

My life a stir
in slow motion,
yet still linger
without notion.

As if adrift,
time fathoms smog,
the sands I sift
midst looming fog.

Seek quest or coast?
I'm but a ghost



AP: Honorable Mention 2025

Copyright © Line Gauthier | Year Posted 2023

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John Read Date: 9/5/2023 3:56:00 AM I know the feeling only too well Line. Enjoyed the read. xx Login to Reply Line Gauthier Date: 9/6/2023 4:03:00 PM Thanks for your much appreciated visit and comment, John ~

JCB Brul Date: 7/25/2023 9:04:00 PM Another delightful treat! You have the gift of sublime expression that only you can weave. Login to Reply Line Gauthier Date: 7/26/2023 12:01:00 PM Most appreciated, JCB ~

Barbara Barry-Nishanian Date: 7/19/2023 11:43:00 PM Line," My life a blur.".. says's it all. Loss of mate is losing part of self. Your poems, your voice is a sooth balm to others who have experience similar loss. Some have mates, but experience an emotion and physical loss. Their empty absence is emotional abusiveness, I like you my friend, and so sorry for your loss. Login to Reply Line Gauthier Date: 7/22/2023 9:45:00 PM Thank you so much for your lovely message, Barbara ~

Gary Radice Date: 7/14/2023 7:30:00 AM I don't feel qualified to totally understand the emotional and physical effects that a loss of a partner can have but I can fully appreciate how grief must exacerbate feelings of uncertainty and alienation. I really like your rhyme and the form you have used here Line. I don't care much for rules in poetry (Iambic Pentameter is not my friend) but it has that sonnet feel - and certainly packs a punch. Cheers - Gary Login to Reply Line Gauthier Date: 7/15/2023 6:07:00 AM Thanks for your much appreciated visit and comment, Gary.