The New World Floods - Draft

Somewhere across the pond
Two winds meet
Water rises over edges
Defined for so long as forever
The New World floods

We worry, this side
Powerless against power
So vast dictating what shall be
Lives upturned
The New World floods

Thinking we are atop the chain
The peak of nature
We forget and are reminded
Of Her dominion over us
As the New World floods

Many places have met Ocean
Within my memory
Each time sending ripples
Through our comfort
As their world floods

How can we do other
Than what we do
Even seeing how fragile
Solid ground is
As our world floods.
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Songstress

Sifting through journals, uncovering memories, hopes, lists of ideas that just might form a ladder to carry me from the muck I felt mired within... I find poems, songs, snippets of beauty and moments of experience stored in rhythm and rhyme. Pieces of time in shapes that tell tales of myth mixed with the mundane. When I don't write stories... I am songwriter.

How many roles do we keep hidden from ourselves? Things we do that we forget, deny, disbelieve?

What shall come of this?

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