This Desert Island by Kerowyn RoseI lost you in a sea of black ink.
Cotton ball clouds
float in the baby blue
from whence you fell.
Blood bubbles rise and pop
where your body submerged.
I keep your words as souvenirs
encapsulated in glass beads of time
and finger them with mantras
each time the soft breath of a fluteās
song fills the stillness of your absence.
07/18/2010 Posted on 07/18/2010 Copyright © 2024 Kerowyn Rose
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 07/18/10 at 06:00 PM This is haunting and intriguing. You have somehow crawled into my mind and caught my tears streaming over my thoughts. Lovely lovely lovely. |
Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 07/19/10 at 06:52 PM Well, the flute is really perfectly placed. The poem's intonations (imho) make it so very apt and rather ethereal. Excellecnt read. Thanks. |
Posted by Charles E Minshall on 07/24/10 at 10:32 PM Good one Kerry....CharMin |
Posted by Morgan D Hafele on 07/24/10 at 11:57 PM an aptly named piece constructed of lonely beautiful words. |
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