flotsam

michael raven micropoetry, poems December 13, 2022 1 Minute

all the little parts of me
ripped from their moorings
drifting, who am i now?

Published December 13, 2022

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tara caribou says:

December 13, 2022 at 3:50 pm

It starts with that question… and I think more folks should really do just that. Who am I? Instead of doggedly sticking with “this is who I am!!” Like they say, it’s the journey…

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1. michael raven says:
  
  December 13, 2022 at 3:55 pm
  
  If anything, I have no clue who I am anymore.
  
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  1. tara caribou says:
    
    December 13, 2022 at 3:58 pm
    
    When your slate is clean, your cup empty, it’s a fresh start.
    
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Bridgette says:

December 13, 2022 at 4:48 pm

I’m sort of in this same place. It’s a bit of an unraveling…which I suppose a new weaving follows.

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chrisnelson61 says:

December 15, 2022 at 3:25 am

Like a river we get new glimpses of our reality at each turn – from white water rapids to gentle meanderings.

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1. michael raven says:
  
  December 15, 2022 at 7:01 am
  
  There are parts of me that (not-so-secretly) crave some rapids, but I suppose that’s middle age speaking. Next time I’ll take more advantage of those kinds of events.
  
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