Treasure Island

Maria Barbara Korynt


a coolness of fresh water


I am taking the pale cheek out,
not for effect, I am searching for rays.
a skin swelled.

the sun is burning
with the heat,
is threatening with bubbles.

around green.
the sun is already squeezing tears.
on eyes I put leaves.

coolness of fresh water,
is restoring the will to live.
heat is teasing.

Submitted: Thursday, September 03, 2009
Edited: Thursday, September 03, 2009

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  • Ken E Hall (9/16/2009 6:08:00 AM)

    More to this poem than meets the eye....here in OZ the animals
    plants and Aboriginals are experts of the Sun's heat and finding the
    cool cool water thanks for the read
    regards (Report) Reply

  • Indira Renganathan (9/14/2009 4:08:00 AM)

    Never mind if the sun teases..because only when there is heat we know the need of cool water....and vice versa....a good nature poem...thank you (Report) Reply

  • Adeline Foster (9/3/2009 2:47:00 PM)

    At first I said, Oh, she is an artist, then thought better of it. Whatever this is about it does resonate in one's thoughts.
    Adeline (Report) Reply

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