Nan’s own re-blog for D’Verse

The World Is Flat After All

Dubbed Democracy, it used to be

top of the line, the lead ship, at sea,

and on the land it served us well,

until the  strains of its death knell

fell,

baring an underbelly swole

with all the pilfered things they stole

in broad daylight, and  on t.v.!

Gone is the half-belief in he

who’ll take us safely to the shore

while staying steadfast to the core.

The compass nestles in the deep

while those on board remain asleep.

They used to say the earth was round,

that right makes might, but I found

that all I knew I now know not,

nor how to tell the truth from rot,

and not so sure that we’ll endure,

to make a safe arrival.

Nan

About Nan Mykel

I used to think I would be a child prodigy, but then I got old. Formerly I had fantasies of rubbing elbows with cultural and academic leaders but that did not come to pass because I did not become a cultural or academic leader or any other kind of leader, for that matter. I am not even an "Alpha Dog," a term learned from a friend who had to become "Alpha Dog" in order to influence her own pet. (When gazes lock, she never looks away.) For years I expected to become a published author, but in passing I could not avoid the fact that I had little to contribute to the world's bulging dumpsters. I'm embarrassed to report that I also considered my primary process artistic productions powerful, rather than mildly neurotic. Which is not to say that I disrespect myself, only that I am beginning to doubt my potential for making a mark on the world. If I focus on strict self discipline I may be able to keep my garbage removed on a weekly basis, to keep the kitty box changed, the clothes cleaned, the dog watered, fed and walked, but that just catches me up to the starting mark again. When writing I physically grapple with words, wrestling them from their indifference into attempted chunks of awareness. I sit heavily on my chair; I breathe in artificially cooled air; my ear drums note the tap tap of the keyboard and the steady uninterrupted sound of the air conditioner, What is that sound? The roar of the ocean from 30 yards away...Inside, my thoughts are are balls in an electronic game machine, bouncing hither and yon from lever to lever. I am a little grim and intent until I recall a dream related by a black man in the prison where I once worked. He said that when he was a small boy, back home, he dreamed he was standing on his front porch pissing, and that he suddenly found himself pissing stars...
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16 Responses to Nan’s own re-blog for D’Verse

  1. Hi Nan. A lovely poem and it should be shared on Dverse Open Link Night. You won’t get so many visits as you’ll be a day late but still! Hope you saw my email. Best regard, Petru

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  2. jilldennison says:

    Good poem, sad yet realistic. The world is upside down these days, it seems. Perhaps we got bored with democratic freedoms? Perhaps the human species can never be satisfied with the ‘status quo’ for more than a generation or two.

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  3. rothpoetry says:

    Yes we seem to be in a time in which the compass nestles in the deep… Well done!

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  4. I love the conversational tone in this, and your rhyming is lovely, gives structure but isn’t intrusive. And the message is a sad one. It does feel like everything is rudderless at the moment.

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  5. Frank Hubeny says:

    Nice sound in this line filled with concern: “and not so sure that we’ll endure,”

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  6. msjadeli says:

    Your poem resonates with me, as so much of what I believed in with our country is disintegrating before my eyes. Good poem, Nan.

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  7. sanaarizvi says:

    This is heartwrenchingly beautiful, Nan! ❤️

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  8. robtkistner says:

    This is excellent!. A solid but sad write. Don’t know your work Nan, but well done.

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  9. Mish says:

    Time to wake up and find a new captain for this ship.

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  10. The metaphor of the ship made me think of the total opposite in the poem “O captain, my captain”…
    Alas our ship is a drift.

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