Treasure Island

Is It Poetry

(1958 - / Bus-Boys And Poets, Washington D.C.)

how can i remain


Without books word
within stays dormant
stands of benches
stone homes ally ways.
Long borrowed fingers
honored with penned
departure returned chafe
warm hand in store.
Reserve none preserve
words lost broken
most retrieve brother
sister sons daughters.
Storm riffed hot fire ash
ink war mixed drew
fragmented soul of child
inside one heart thats new.

Submitted: Wednesday, April 01, 2009
Edited: Tuesday, April 14, 2009

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  • Fiona Davidson (4/12/2009 2:21:00 PM)

    fragmented soul of child
    inside one heart thats new.

    Absolutly stunning write iit...in particular those closing lines.....Fi 10++++ (Report) Reply

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