Darcy: Dear Ferry

One of three pieces for my final writing workshop project.

Dear Ferry:

            The wind blows against my face as I

            board.  Schoolkids pile on, crushing,

as I make my way to the middle of

the ferry, intent on my afternoon snack.

It will be busy, but I’ve beat the line;

the din swallows my ears like my coat

swallows my body.  This is the only

place I feel alone: among the kids and

tired adults, with the cook calling my

name, the line forming behind me.  I

tune everyone out: headphones in,

stars on my hidden shirt, no love in my

heart for the strangers in the crowd. 

Reviews

[Spit_and_Prayers]

Another introspective and almost harshly honest piece. Your writing has this inherent sense of veracity which goes a long way toward forging a connection between the poem and the reader. I have no way of knowing if this poetry comes from your own experiences, if it does thank you for sharing these tidbits of your life, if not, you've still got an amazing gift for writing.

[Shadowman]

Liked this poem You did well.