My latest five-line original poem, inspired by the book I reviewed yesterday on the blog, No Land To Light On, and its use of the word “unarrived.”
Also, check out this song I listened to while writing this poem:
we lived in a state of unarrived;
unmoored, we floated on moonlight
as the dust of the dying do: all at once,
and going nowhere until we’re there,
subsumed into the miasma of arrived.