Treasure Island

Besa Dede


~A Poet's Journey...


A long time ago, while I wrote poetry
My hand involuntarily would create grief and pain.
Through all my verses,  through my stanzas,
Wings of solitude had taken place.

So I threw the pen away one day;
I was so very tired of composing sadness.
And started the journey, I the curious poet,
In search of my inspiring lyrical happiness.

I went by the sea and witnessed how the waves,
Surging from the deep, the beach were gently kissing.
I placed their fiery passion in my notebook, with me,
To have it as a paradigm someday in my writings.

I captured the liveliness of the swift, swift wind and,
From the magnificent stars, I got their gold plated light.
The meadows and the mountains bestowed me their dreams.
The children gave me their laughter, sweet and bright.

As I was approaching the green lively garden
Fascinated, admiring the red blown rose buds,
I felt your company bringing me shivers.
Why weren't you present earlier in my life? !

No more did I chase the amber falling leaves
When the golden autumn let them fall down from trees.
For see, you became now my inspiring muse.
My half inner soul, got already fulfilled.

The pen in my hand is now merrily singing,
As I find myself taken in your sweet embrace.
We're peacefully sitting on a rock by the sea.
The sun is setting down, with charm and grace.
2005

Submitted: Friday, April 20, 2012
Edited: Thursday, August 16, 2012

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  • Patricia Grantham (6/1/2013 7:22:00 AM)

    Wow I really enjoyed this magnificent write. Changed from a moth in a
    cocoon to a beautiful butterfly and flew away to enjoy nature and all of
    it's wonders. The soul can only be satisfied with things that are felt and seen.
    Write from the heart and not the pen. You are invited to read my poem
    Poetry in Motion. Thanks for sharing this masterpiece. (Report) Reply

  • Neela Nath (6/22/2012 10:36:00 AM)

    I noticed, in your style of writing there is the touch of famous poet Spenser.I liked it.10+++ (Report) Reply

  • Rajendran Muthiah (6/10/2012 10:18:00 PM)

    The waves kissing the shore, the swift winds, the skyhigh mountains, the laughter of your children, the gleaming stars, the red blown rosebuds and so on have lured your heart to be joyful and your muse urges you to write happy lines. What a come back from disappointment and sorrow! The quatrains make smooth flow. (Report) Reply

  • Kasia Fedyk (6/10/2012 11:48:00 AM)

    Oh Besa, what a beautiful write describing your journey so true to your soul, where your only healing friend and companion are your words that flow so strongly creating a sacred place. Words that come out to play with such reflection of all that the heart holds and transformation happens as time passes by as some parts heal in such Divine way and your beautiful soul we see imprinted in these words. Your poem is Sublime! ! ! Thank you so much! (Report) Reply

  • Walterrean Salley (5/4/2012 11:33:00 PM)

    Wow. I had to smile while reading this. It was an amazing read. You not only told us about your change, but you've also showed us how your gift of writing was beautifully and powerfully transformed. Thanks. (Report) Reply

  • Jasbir Chatterjee (5/4/2012 3:15:00 AM)

    Wow, Besa! This poem is so wonderful...I like the way you change from negative to positive, for that is the way it should be, surrendering oneself to nature... (Report) Reply

  • Danny Draper (5/1/2012 1:55:00 AM)

    I like the embrace of life with a happy disposition and the gradual increase in positive thought and delight when happiness was reciprocated and the joys of life and nature were better shared. (Report) Reply

  • Rajendran Muthiah (4/21/2012 12:10:00 AM)

    You enjoy Nature's abundance, gleam and movement in solitude and give out solacing lines of beauty. You chase not the amber falling leaves in autumn. At sunset, you are sitting on a rock by the sea. You captured the liveliness of the swift wind.Being relieved from grief, you give expression to the gently kissing waves and the bursting rosebuds. The content of the poem is beautiful. (Report) Reply

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