Jan G. Otterstrom F.

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DEAR DIARY

I am driven like a wreck wanting to happen
impulse of freedom, hurled into the sea
the merest inflated float trusted with my life
a description of insanity, revolt from constraint
liberation of language, words crowd out all reason
alone on the surface of the ocean, stormy main
of poetry, sirens on the rocks, wax in ears
that only hear, the watery depths of mind
interior plunging, billows of imaginings
benthic echoes of movement there
her knocking as I slept, my inconvenience
rejected her into the night, sorrow of memory un-stills
the vastness of water, agitates exterior boundaries
quakes interior waves and forces me to write.




Jan G. Otterstrom F. 5/18/2013