Here is another one of my poetic stream of consciousness pieces.

In my local writer’s group recently, we had a writing exercise. We were challenged to write a piece from the point of view of a person trapped in a coma. The following is my result.

A sailor’s last thoughts clinging to some driftwood in the rain.

From unstable stability to stable instability.

A free style poem in a shape reflecting the thought.

A tale of life on the river.

I was a little girl who loved her daddy and could not forget that he left us.