Treasure Island

gershon hepner

(5 3 38 / leipzig)

barefeet without wings


She climbs the mountains without shoes
and as she sees the summit
she sings a theme, afraid to lose
her way. She hears me hum it,
the theme once on the summit heard
by others she would follow,
barefoot, and eager for the word
she finds so hard to swallow,
and then begins to hum, like me,
although her feet are callused,
and soars, because her mind is free,
her legs bereft of ballast.
Hers is the soul the theme now calls,
her feet run as she sings;
she rises as my body falls,
ascending without wings.

11/30/97

Submitted: Sunday, February 19, 2006

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  • Anna Russell (2/22/2006 5:16:00 AM)

    I really liked this, it evoked a dreamlike sense of floating. And top mark for rhyming hum it with summit!
    Hugs
    Ann xxx (Report) Reply

  • Hugh Cobb (2/20/2006 7:50:00 PM)

    Gershon, Shalom!

    This is a fine poem and the erotic underpinnings handled adroitly and with the utmost class! Great title, great last two lines.

    Warmly,

    Hugh (Report) Reply

  • ***** ********* (2/19/2006 2:18:00 PM)

    Perfect sincronicity Gershon. Very romantic with a touch of sweet erotica. Very nice work indeed. 10 from smiling at you, Tai (Report) Reply

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