Treasure Island

Mary Jesusa Villegas

Dirt, Mud and Flood

There will come a time when
the sound of poetry
and literature
be as gentle as a feather
to me
of not just a memory of
Dirt, Mud or Flood
that makes me want to write
Because poetry is all about
Of not just a memory of
Dirt, Mud or Flood
that makes my mind wet
and slippery.

But when I see The World
ruled by computers
and not metaphors
which are the impurities in my mind
ruled by dimes
and not by rhymes
Will I stay firm like a bamboo
amidst the black tornado?
Therefore it is really
Dirt, Mud or Flood
that makes me want to write
Poetry and
sure, Beauty.

Submitted: Saturday, September 10, 2011
Edited: Saturday, September 10, 2011

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  • Luis Estable (9/10/2011 3:20:00 AM)

    Out of dirt, mud, and flood can come beauty. This may be the reasom for you to write but the outcome does not have to be ugly. Dirty things can give room to beautiful words or things, believe me on this.

    You made your point, but this does not have to be the destiny or the result.

    The best to you now! (Report) Reply

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