Treasure Island

Isabelle Cooper


What I have found


How I have been driven
What gauntlet I took up
What gauntlet I threw down
It does not matter

I found little birds in hiding
I found rain slick pavements
Sodden bushes
Winds tormenting eves
Teasing inside!

I found webs of intrigue

Silence in the sun
Chasms too wide
Mountains too high

Hankering and hungering
And crying after the moon

I have walked past forever
And the morns not given

I now settle for a lowlier heaven
And sink to surety at last

Submitted: Tuesday, April 23, 2013
Edited: Friday, September 27, 2013

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  • Aftab Alam Khursheed (4/23/2013 12:34:00 PM)

    surety at last...a well composed poem desire unlimited thank voted and you read my O My Almighty and vote and others just you see (Report) Reply

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