Treasure Island

Jack Growden

(1997 / Townsville, Australia)

Tear-Shaped Lake


On a lonely walk I stumbled upon
A calm blue lake in the shape of a tear.
One lost his way in exploratory bliss
Though I have guessed it is not far from here.

It was upon the banks that I wondered
Would I feel pure or rather exposed?
In the end it was perhaps the piercing blue
Which made me then settle on what I chose.

Thus I waded quite tense into the pool
And within an instant felt clear and cleansed –
As if worry was a painted phantom
And all had become simple, at least thence.

Submitted: Saturday, April 05, 2014

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