about loneliness and self-discovery


Island

Island

am I the only island left
in this raging sea
whose boundless depths
I do strangely desire to succumb to?
I am
pale sand and tawny branches
of palms who reach for
an emerald sky
I am
white-cloud whipped and sugar sweet
begging for the caress of a sea-green hand
I am
pale blue porcelain striped
fragile porcelain shattered
shards afloat on an ocean
of pearl-grey tears
shipwrecked
just short of oblivion




Poetry by AngelEyes
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Written on 2005-06-14 at 03:28

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chasingtheday The PoetBay support member heart!
a good piece here, though perhaps breaking the poem into stanzas would help? giving pause to the reader.
2005-09-04