Treasure Island

jabberm alessawy

(1970 /07 / 1 / Baghdad)

A willow in the wind


To sing you one last song
sad and lonely as a lost widow
as a willow crying on a cliff
bitter, bitter goes the song
as a silky snake sneaking down
on the banks of a cold stream
sneaking silently down the cliff
slower, slower runs the song
deeper deeper round the wood
of the darkest spots of the ego
wild, wild, sneaky, sneaky ends the song

Submitted: Friday, November 19, 2010

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  • A Rta (2/26/2011 3:29:00 AM)

    I loved this poem, the words are very haunting - excellent writing (Report) Reply

  • Kevin Carney (11/26/2010 12:45:00 AM)

    Great write, complex in thought and beautifully done. You keep the reader enticed line after line.10 ++ (Report) Reply

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