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Me, Myself an Isle

by JJ Johnson

An island abandoned in a tempestuous, deep blue ocean    
Amidst the ebbs and flows of currents severally set in motion  
Risen from volcanic fires douced by the salty tears of great white whales  
Only to be pounded down by the waves and fierce wind of nature's gales  
Bathed beneath the force of echoing tsunamis ravaging these shores  
Somewhere underneath the rock beats a heart that quivers as it roars  
The aching rock may never cry but still drips with the lament of silence  
While tempting fate with a lightning rod will surely put an end to innocence  
Still after an eternity of unjust loneliness there remains a light within  
Exposing a horizon lined with silver that allows raw healing to begin


Posted on 11/07/2017
Copyright © 2018 JJ Johnson

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Rob Littler on 11/17/17 at 07:08 AM

fitting the rolling lines mimic the roaring ocean, delivering the fine couplets like shimmering sea glass

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