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I walk alone

Along an ancient way

Now concreted

Life still intercedes

Between the cracks

And dogs

Even children, on a sunny day

I’ve heard there’s a plan

To return to the past

To pull out all that concrete

And let the river run free

But can you return

Can you go back

To a river that was stepped in before

Or will this simply be a folly

A tower to the stars

Another monument to hubris

And yet

And yet

And yet

Through all this todo the river still runs

Quietly one day

Roaring on another

It was controlled 60 years ago

But it still runs

And runs

And runs

And runs

It’s patience doesn’t change

It’s time laughs at us

It remains

It’s never been the same

Why would it be

(small spoiler if you haven't read HMS Surprise yet)

Hi, I'm loving the books, and only up to HMS Surprise.

I just read the fight between Admiral Linois and the Surprise supporting the Indiamen convoy... and the part later in which Jack relates the story to Canning and draws 'diagrams in oil of sesame on the table-top'.

I want to see those diagrams!

After three books, some googling, and relating the narrative to my own very limited sailing experience I am still having trouble picturing the action. I know this is part of it all.... and I am getting better at it (I'm on top of 'weather gauge' now!).

Any advice?

Has anyone made diagrams of the events?

(animations would be ideal!)

D

I have written short poems for some time - mostly quickly on my phone: ‘in the moment’. Now I’ve just started posting on reddit: to the OC poetry list.

I’m wondering about poem writing

Do I write for myself?

Or do I write for others?

and if I do write for myself, then why do I want to share?

Just something I’m wondering about. Any opinions?

Sometimes

it seems

As though everything

is as bad as

it could ever get

Sometimes

it seems

That whenever

a direction

has been chosen

It’s towards

Consumption

Meaninglessness

Literalness

Emptiness

Vacuousness

Deathly life of not living

Merely

Consuming

Adhering

Maintaining

Giving up

Letting go

There’s nothing

Nothing

I believe in

Nothing

I value

Nothing

I want

Nothing

I can offer

Nothing

Nothing

Nothing

epigenetics https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/uba9m4/epigenetics/i62zghk/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf&context=3

Gaining perspective https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/uab2ww/gaining_perspective/i62w72

I think of my father

I’ll take your blood pressure

Says the nurse

Immediately I am

Disempowered

Anxious

Disorientated

Lost

Thoughtful and reflective

A moment to think about the future

And see myself in a different perspective

I think of my father

Waiting

Equipment and people

I don’t want to be here

It’s a mistake

Damn it!

I can’t get the gown on

Can’t even tie a bow behind my back

and I don’t know how these stockings work

I think of my father

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[poem note 2](https://www