Treasure Island

Luke J. Holt

(1-14-91 / fullerton CA)

Cellos, Magma and Bony Lions (what is left here)


Laughter
yellow tendrils webbed in dew
blighted emergence
too much crying
and the smiles are yours
and then you are seized by the corrosive rapture of touch
and you are an insect
before your hive can swell

we knew only that which came after
i still can only hear you when the blister-flame of candles nod and curtsy to gales that bluster my broken curtains.
when you fester on him
and your symbiosis grows upon you an autonomous bubble of regret
remember me and my promise(s)
this mausoleum is a construction of the silt shores gone grey and gold
lustered by the gloss of dark blue flooding within towns where the clocktower is a giant, deaf toddler
in a room full of quiet, cloudy corpses

Submitted: Monday, November 11, 2013

Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Comments about this poem (Cellos, Magma and Bony Lions (what is left here) by Luke J. Holt )

Enter the verification code :

There is no comment submitted by members..

Top Poems

  1. Phenomenal Woman
    Maya Angelou
  2. The Road Not Taken
    Robert Frost
  3. If You Forget Me
    Pablo Neruda
  4. Still I Rise
    Maya Angelou
  5. Dreams
    Langston Hughes
  6. Annabel Lee
    Edgar Allan Poe
  7. If
    Rudyard Kipling
  8. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
    Robert Frost
  9. I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings
    Maya Angelou
  10. Invictus
    William Ernest Henley

PoemHunter.com Updates

New Poems

  1. The tempest death, Akshansh Pandey
  2. MY POEMS, MOHAMMAD SKATI
  3. Let us feel the love, gajanan mishra
  4. Blind Owl, Nassy Fesharaki
  5. No number, gajanan mishra
  6. We Are Tourist, Aftab Alam
  7. Two Baldy Ladies, Neela Nath
  8. The Painter Rearranges the Mirrors (1415), Cole Swensen
  9. OUR STREETS, MOHAMMAD SKATI
  10. The Evolution of the Garden, Cole Swensen

Poem of the Day

poet George Gordon Byron

So we'll go no more a-roving
So late into the night,
Though the heart still be as loving,
And the moon still be as bright.

For the sword outwears its sheath,
...... Read complete »

 

Modern Poem

 

Member Poem

[Hata Bildir]