Treasure Island

ONElia AVElar

(Bulgaria)

cold diamond EDGE


Of your persistent silence
cold diamond edge
threatens to turn soon
into gravel Stonehenge.

To break my heart.
To cut my tongue.

Or just to split
the wooden bench,
where once in mid of it
we loved to sit.

Submitted: Thursday, February 19, 2009
Edited: Friday, February 20, 2009

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  • David Desantis (2/24/2009 7:26:00 AM)

    this is your best poem that i have read so far...

    it's so simple yet at the same time very complex. The emotion really comes through. Also, the coldness and loneliness is very prevelant. Excellent job as always Onelia. (Report) Reply

  • Emancipation Planz (2/19/2009 11:18:00 PM)

    My baby of rough is back! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! Yay... tis a cutting bite of the rich of much... sparkle to big bangs edge... aroha xx (Report) Reply

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