Another fine poem! I really like the interplay between the characters, especially in the way that it culminates at the end. The argument between the two characters isn't really about geology or distance, but about whether they are both willing to make the effort necessary to maintain the relationship. The change in tone of the final stanza indicates that the speaker has finally cut to the heart of the matter, and is saying that she for one is willing to make the effort.

My only caveat is that at first I wasn't sure how I felt about the Pangea metaphor. It can either be interpreted as a weak metaphor (i.e. Pangea split apart but that was ok, so change isn't all bad) or it can be seen as a stronger metaphor (i.e. Pangea represents the relationship which is being torn apart). The poem begs for the second, stronger interpretation--except that Pangea didn't adapt. It was irrevocably torn apart and became scattered, isolated pieces. Which would imply that the two characters may thrive and continue on, but they would continue on alone.

Anyway, I just wanted to say that I really enjoyed the poem!

you are amazing.
I love the formatting on this one.
and the concept of planes and oceans and pangea.
It was just pure magic.

When I had written it I was more looking into Pangea representing their relationship which was being torn apart and, in the sense that I had pictured it, I also wanted it to be seen that even though Pangea (as in their relationship at the time) was changing, and there was all this distance placed between it, at the same time these beautiful new continents were forming (as in the strengthening of individuals and characters - which I think is important to any relationship to learn how to function as a separate entity). Does that make sense?

Thank you for the lovely comments.

eep. am not. you are.
thank you for the wonderful comments m'dear.

You are perfectly right, of course. Whether Pangea was pulled apart and destroyed, or whether it grew to encompass and thus unite the entire world, is just a matter of how you look at it. The fact that I stopped to ponder the implications of the metaphor at all is proof that I found the poem delightful and rewarding. It was a pleasure to read!

holyshit. i needed this. so badly. thank you so, so much. this was brilliant.

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thank you for the fav and watch dear.

~paperheartsyndrome is fantastically right as usual. It was magic.

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