Treasure Island

Rommel Mark Dominguez Marchan

(Pilipinas / a.k.a. Jetfellow Marchanism)

***** EARTH IN FIGURATIVE ATMOSPHERE


The earth is a poem
dust of word from soil
comma of rustling river
moving like sentences
over hills below grains

the earth is a poem
the endless way of invisible wind
like writer's ink
encircling spiral earth
narrates methaporical senses

the earth is a poem
beholding singular strength
a verb from greeney scene
all birds fly across simile lane
above appositive mountains

the earth is a poem
the haiku tune of nature's keen
like rhyming notes on ear
drill sentences of joy and pain
read by conscious dwellers

the earth is a poem
and a poem is an earth
where earthly books sojourn
sheltered with apostrophe of love
and hyphen of greatness by God
the Ultimate Author from above

Submitted: Friday, April 17, 2009
Edited: Friday, June 05, 2009

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  • Janell Cressman (4/17/2009 1:12:00 AM)

    LOVE IT! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
    God the ultimate author I love that, a poem is what you make it! ! ! ! (Report) Reply

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