Treasure Island

Kelvin Owusu

(15-10-1988 / Ghana)

Found


Lost purpose
Hours on end we scavenge
what is unknown, an itch
a yearning

right place, wrong time
right place, right time
blind

Eyes open, sight beyond sight
lost, found, not to be forgotten
beauty in a dream, nightmare's gone
new vision, approach of reality
beauty finally seen


It happened,
finally found it
that dream

Submitted: Monday, August 13, 2012
Edited: Monday, August 13, 2012

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  • Elizabeth Padillo Olesen (8/18/2012 12:46:00 PM)

    Kelvin, this is great but if you want to be more dramatic or convincing, you need to give attention to the use of punctuation marks. Sometimes we take it for granted and with the poetic license a poet has, the punctuation marks also suffer., Try considering the use of commas, the use of exclamation points and the use of period in this particular poem, especially that you use the seeming staccato style. (Report) Reply

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