Treasure Island

Matthew Holloway

(10 June 1978 / Cheshire, England)

A while in the wilderness


A while in the wilderness
~
time has passed
since I last wrote
felt driven to create
the poetic urge
has been distant
almost forlorn
lost in the widerness
a part of me
has wandered
where a wandering eye
looks upon sights
pictures and dreams
all echo in ink
residing in this soul
the soul of a man
wanting to write
poetry
something beautiful
majestic
but no, not of late
a time to return
has come

Submitted: Sunday, November 24, 2013
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  • Paul Brookes (11/24/2013 4:10:00 AM)

    Welcome back to poetry land. We all go through it, when the urge to speak seems closed and we feel bereft. You expressed these feeling well and I enjoyed your poem which was well written and thoughtful: O)) BB (Report) Reply

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