Gone Away Poem by Barry Middleton
Gone Away
I am gone away to my island
gone away to my jungle home
there is no one here to vex me
to assault my spirit to insanity
food is the manna of invention
wine ferments the imagination
a cloudless sky is my religion
its only demand is appreciation
snakes and monkeys and parrots
do without dire commandments
the sound is a melody of night
the surf breathing and the owl
I am gone away to my island
and I will not be coming back
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5/8/2024 11:44:49 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A longing to get away from the hassles of life is a common one for poetic souls. Island as a metaphor for death or isolation is a great idea. Liked. A10
Thanks Nosheen. I associate the tropics and islands with Eden, a paradise on Earth. Something we lost and will likely never find again. Of course part of the island idea is mental.