Treasure Island

Beach Leanbh

(07/22/1982)

Ever More


Something sought through steaming alley
Caught in swirling mist, the soft finale
Turning, churning down the valley
Valley of my heart

Memory's past again revising
Not as now, but then surprising
A fevered whisper once arising
Rising through the part

A chasm opened from the crater
Danger growing ever greater
Fear the loss of your creator
Dying on the floor

But caught we were among the heather
Floating safely as a feather
Tied now sweetly held together
Together ever more

Submitted: Monday, November 01, 2010
Edited: Saturday, November 12, 2011

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  • Christopher Thor Britt (11/28/2010 9:49:00 PM)

    I truly like everything about this poem; the meter, verbiage, structure and the message. I enjoy the challenge of interpretation while I engage a poem...you write as an artist paints, not as a novice with 'paint by numbers' (Report) Reply

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