Treasure Island

Adryan Rotica


A Musing


Thoughts come
rising
without warning
traveling
through rich scented earth
and wet grass
inhaled, slowly
way down to my feet
and out through
my deeply embedded toes
that throw off
shimmers of dew
that glisten on trees
and alight the horizon


Copyright ©2005

Submitted: Monday, February 21, 2005
Edited: Wednesday, April 05, 2006

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  • Cirrus Spray (7/15/2006 11:47:00 PM)

    A setting to be inspired to write, to smell out memories, that moments ago seemed so distant, and feel my way through to the future..I've felt this way before, but you've put it down so beautifully in words! (Report) Reply

  • Sid John Gardner. (5/16/2006 2:05:00 PM)

    Just close your eyes on a sunlit warm summers morning standing in a freshly mown hayfield and commune with nature.Thats how I feel about this poem.A wonderful presentation filled with the smells, feel, and spiritual essence of nature.
    Thanks Adrienne - Sid John. (Report) Reply

  • Rene Bennett (7/21/2005 2:41:00 AM)

    This too is just breathtaking! I love your style. You write with such elogance that leaves this reader feeling warm inside!

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