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Words on Robson Poetry
Contest Winner:
Jason Dom
flotsam
wooden, stiff, and water logged
bobbing to and fro
never fully recovering from a wave ago
barnacled, blistered, and bleached
flotsam on a sea so deep
isolated, singular, and alone
ravished by the currents might
recoiling in a sea of fright
the shore still yearned for
so near but distant evermore
wave to wave there is no break
endless, an expanse so great
indifferent to this fate
yet lifting all that float
creature, man, or boat
staunchly filling a space and time
soaked through to the bone
wet or dry never truly known
existing as a separate wish
neither school nor quite fish
relax and float, be carried away
heave to the chest of the tide
flotsam to wave is the bride
joined where distance never will
forgotten longing, the sea is still
with skies parted it is clear
storm and fury may come and show
now is the same as long ago
turning and dancing on waves a none
the sea and its flotsam are ever one
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