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The Great Divide
by Genevieve Sturrockwe are continents
faulted and cracked
tectonic plates
separated
moving
endlessly shifting
with imperceptible
motion
in the
day by day
marching
of time
and yet
here we are
years later
disconnected
by a sea of
missed opportunities
completely
foreign
to one
another 04/13/2009 Author's Note: time changes so many things.
Posted on 04/14/2009
Copyright © 2025 Genevieve Sturrock
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 04/14/09 at 04:03 AM No argument there. This breezes like time like a weird, flickering dream in the middle of an afternoon. Great work. |
| Posted by Joan Serratelli on 04/14/09 at 01:02 PM I agree- this piece is just perfect! I loved the entire piece. Great job! |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 04/14/09 at 02:03 PM ...genevieve, right ON!, gal, change: the only constancy. well said, very well. |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 04/14/09 at 02:05 PM Very nice write lady. But it seems to me that at times the nearer we are the more we are apart. And even while hugging there may well be this chasm between us. |
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