island

May 01, 2008 18:34

Island

They say it is five hour’s journey to land.

Five hours to see blue and green waves of salt.

Five hours for one blurred picture of seagulls,

Five hours to observe today is meeting

Tomorrow in a thin line of off-white.

Five hours to see, casually, human.

A too short time span to ponder on life,

Flashes of patchy memory and swigs

Of cheap wine, red, ( Read more... )

poetica, poem reflecting life

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odysseus2i May 1 2008, 17:49:34 UTC
your poems and images make me think. They seem like reflections of the mind.

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journalfriend May 1 2008, 23:35:08 UTC
I very much enjoyed this poem...
and hope your mood of "blah"
has turned to "ah!" :)
Blessings,
Journal Friend

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