Monday, 15 April 2013

NaPoWriMo Day 11: Surviors

Days 6 through 12 were all written where I had no access to the internet so please find them here retrospectively.

Another set of bones I found in the notebook which I have made more concrete. People really appreciated the original form in a writing workshop I did but I just don't see it myself.


The boat trudged with a weariness of oars
as we broke the charted boundaries;
this was no place for nationality.
Each man knew the horror of the word alone.
That we could all be lost
and the roots would hide our bones.
So we replaced bandages and tightened splints.
Squinted at maps for a legend called home.

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