Treasure Island

Jonathan ROBIN

(22 September / London)

Poetic Vision


The poet must transcend both love and lust
to focus on eternal infinite
discovered both in tawdry boom and bust
and Nature's gifts, bright day and darkest night.

Some may believe they Phoenix imitate
when [p]raising dust or ashes and a crust
yet far from ego should mind ease life's weight,
as far from heat as ache, witness unfussed.

Sounds wound around some sonnet heaven bound
seeks more to field fresh way than play at please,
to guide inside/outside and to expound
while spurning interference, discord keys.

Terse verse rehearsed today should centuries
undispersed traverse, fair future frees.

Submitted: Sunday, May 04, 2014

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(18 April 2014)

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