Just like fate floats and
I with it, driven by it
and a little me.

– James Steerforth ( © 2010 )

Written for One Single Impression and Floating. Caught me in sort of a somber mood…


About James Steerforth

I am an author of poetry and fiction, translator and painter who loves to have fun with borrowed feathers.
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5 Responses to Floating

  1. Bhaswati says:

    Beautiful. Keep floating, friend.

  2. Write Girl says:

    Simple and philosophical poem. A lovely take on the prompt.

  3. hames1977 says:

    or is it drifting, the proper description of that feeling?

  4. SandyCarlson says:

    Fate drives us, and we drive it–and though we are small, we change the shape of everything.

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