Never There – Intellectual Shaman (Poetry for Finding Meaning in the Madness)

across an angry ocean of emptiness

my little boat floats

enduring sea sickness

and poor navigation

tossed by wind


from many directions

I mute my colors

pulling down my sails and my flag

it was a journey from one land to another

Now, it’s life on the sea


in its protest

learning to love

the salty air



above me

swirling currents beneath me

not needing to dock

in safety

it’s the sea


never there.


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I am a Social Worker by day and an artist/writer by night. I use the written word in an attempt to make sense of the secret worlds and dysfunctional dynamics that lurk beneath the facades of our daily interactions. I am not sure how my writing styles are characterized, nor am I overly concerned about it. I am immensely enthusiastic about music and often connect better with songs than I do people. I also have an intense appreciation for quality wines and whiskies, frequently consuming them in excess. I like things that smell good and struggle to manage the symptoms of a life-long relationship with depression. So, why "grumpygorman"? Spend some time here and find out...

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