Treasure Island

Atef Ayadi


The Struggling Young Poet


As you are freeing yourself,
Do not struggle
Or
You will sink far down and
Take with you the bubbling poems.

Do not ask readers to read your poems,
Let the bubbles
Take over their space,
Their ears,
Their skin,
Their eyes,
Their mind, and
The air.

There is no such thing called
Struggling young poet,
Struggling young poem,

Or

Struggling old poet,
Struggling old poem.


There are only but
The bubbles,
The flow,
The bubbling,
The space,
Their ears,
Their skin,
Their eyes,
Their mind, and
The sad cold and melting air.

Submitted: Sunday, June 22, 2008
Edited: Sunday, June 22, 2008

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