Wednesday, January 9, 2013

The Four Little Strangers and How They Grew Apart

And they were four
Islands somehow
Accidentally family
And they ate silently
They were four
Strangers equally
Casually blood-tied
And the blood shed
Later brought to light
The imperfections
Ignored in anonymity
And when the bullet ripped through
The lives were open
Like blooms on distant islands
And Pangaea fell apart
In the days of Peleg.

Sorry so sad today, but I've been sitting on this one for over two years.


  1. I am Pangaea a metaphor here and you're actually talking about four people are are you really talking about the continental drift? Or will you never tell? :)

    1. Metaphor. I'm talking about four people.

  2. Heather it is good to see you need to is art weather happy or sad. I had a couple of people in my private life try to tell me I needed to write more happy pieces, because then more people would want to read it...I asked them why I should change my art to make them happy? I was offended a bit.

    1. Thanks Wander! I still write even when I'm not posting. I just go through seasons of being too picky about what I post.
      That is interesting that people would say that. I would think it is more genuine to write what you know or perceive. Sometimes in a broken world one sees a lot of sadness.
      My personality doesn't always run in the sad direction though, which is why I wrote the "apology" at the end.

  3. This is beautiful. I always appreciate when modern poets can use more ancient references--like Greek myths or biblical references. (In Peleg's days, the earth was divided, right?) Have you ever considered submitting work to literary magazines or contests? I think you could/should! No pressure, obviously, but has pretty cool resources.

    1. That is right! You got it.
      Thanks for your kind words. I think about submitting quite often actually, but have so far been too cowardly to go through with it. I'll check out your link though.

  4. Tragic yet beautiful metaphor. I always found Pangaea sad and hoped one day the continents would meet again.


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