I am an island.
Weathered by the sands of time.
Rocky shores surrounded by
seas of tears.
And long ago buried treasures
waiting to be uncovered.
I am an island.
A lone landmass amidst a
raging sea.
Wave upon wave of tempest storms
followed by bouts of calm winds.
I am an island.
Waiting for a ship
to come along.
7 comments:
Great poem. I know that sorta feeling. The poem brings it out really well.
Life On A Cotton Ball
Wow... so... vivid...
Keeping sending smoke signals...
Even if the ship comes, it can't move the island, only save the people stranded there. Maybe it'd be better to hope for some sort of rearranging of earth so your sea dries up.
professor and rd: thank you for your comments.
SJG: A ship can bring inhabitants to the island, so that the island is not alone anymore. The people can plant vegetation, build homes, and in general, make a life for themselves.
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The Professor :
Great poem. I know that sorta feeling. The poem brings it out really well
Rachelli Dreyfuss :
Wow... so... vivid...
Keeping sending smoke signals...
Sad Jewish Girl :
Even if the ship comes, it can't move the island, only save the people stranded there. Maybe it'd be better to hope for some sort of rearranging of earth so your sea dries up.
Soul Comfort :
professor and rd: thank you for your comments.
SJG: A ship can bring inhabitants to the island, so that the island is not alone anymore. The people can plant vegetation, build homes, and in general, make a life for themselves.
Beautiful poem and very touching.
May that ship come along...and may those buried treasures be uncovered, revealed and enjoyed!
It's gonna happen...it has to happen...
I'm with Devorah. Hang in there...b'ezras Hashem, it HAS to come!
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