Heavy CargoA Poem by James William DyerA comparison of my interpersonal relationships to the freighters I once watched creep along the straits of mackinaw, beneath the bridge and out into nothingness....
The freighters creeeeeep along The Straits of Mackinaw, Undisturbed by the vicious, blue chop, Unaffected by relentless skittles of rain that (.....sizzle.....) in sheets across the watertop; Plodding_ _ __along straight lines____________ well-defined routes across the Great Lakes. All that cargo, [boxed] and rowed along their decks, Organized by origin and destination, are like all my little prepackaged defeats, my attitudes. my relationships. It's a daydream, How theWEIGHTof that cargo Never doubts itself, never submerges, Even with the le -e- e-eer of all that cold deep, unforgiving water beneath it. They drift along the far rim of my horizons, Sooooooooo slow, The way I navigate through all the people That I've ever known. The more and more I look away, am distracted by a gull, Or a scrap of litter escaping from a child's hand}............ The more likely I am to look up And find those heavy freighters and all their cargo G0NE. . . . .
© 2012 James William DyerAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorJames William DyerBliss, MIAboutI began writing when I was in the fourth or fifth grade. We were extremely poor and my mother had purchased an old typewriter from a yard sale for me, tired of trying to decipher my mangled handrwitin.. more..Writing
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