Treasure Island

Abdul Wahab


>>Blank space


Like a painter I run a brush
Over the canvas to blossom
The flowers of emptiness
In the garden of namelessness
I give shapes like a sculptor
Round, oval or rectangular
To spread the fragrance
Of the dimensionless figure
You handed over me
At the lustrous mid night
I sing on it with full throat
Like a fanciful minstrel
In the crowded street of despair

I own a house, too
Among the wonderland of gypsies
And beautifully I wash the walls
And hatch the words of meaninglessness
In red, white and blue
I frantically search the meaning of nothingness
to fill my unbearable void
But I still miss
Thousand miles away
To frame the picture of your shadow
In the world of my mirage
While I get the semblance of worth
All the treasures of your presence
suddenly I find in my blank space.




























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Submitted: Saturday, May 18, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, September 11, 2013

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  • Heather Wilkins (5/28/2013 1:23:00 PM)

    excellent write Abdul. Sometimes it is difficult to fill the blank spaces of our mind. Each stanza is a poem within itself. in this poem you are laying yourself bare for your readers to read you. I love this wrte (Report) Reply

  • Shahzia Batool (5/20/2013 6:16:00 AM)

    well-composed poem...images set and lines are beautiful... the voice of so many...the imagery of painting is an effective tool of expression! ! ! (Report) Reply

  • Soumita Sarkar (5/20/2013 12:05:00 AM)

    Creativity-imagination-love-longing all woven gracefully.................good write.Thank you. (Report) Reply

  • Louis Rams (5/19/2013 7:04:00 PM)

    you take the reader on a journey through your mind seeing all these things in different places and different times.
    good write! (Report) Reply

  • Valerie Dohren (5/18/2013 2:10:00 PM)

    In the crowded street of despair - a great line, and a very bust street it is. Enjoyed reading. (Report) Reply

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