Treasure Island

Mandolyn ...


there's a pretty plum sky and then there's your eyes


i say we go a little steeper
use the shins of time
to climb-
rewind the last song that made us cave
and save each other-

like this
like that- like matter of fact
life is of us
encircling trust
between our ifs and buts

if our eyes bumped
they'd create an untouched ocean;
i see you in all shades of clean
and i want to bathe myself
around you, surround you with
more than words that
dive off my tongue-

i've swum the deep end before
only to be choked by the wet weeds
sea savages leave-
my ankles turn and pop when
i hear your voice from the top of an island...

you're growing me wild and tamed
and free range... i won't change
any part of me
that doesn't look back at the city
even the desert is pretty
when the moon comes out to play,

but the mountains are my ground
the glaciers are the sound
ringing in my ears when Winter
sends a postcard-

Montana loves fingering your reflection
reminding me of your affection
coming from the East, the West...

the best time of year
is when i'm on your lap,
and you call me darlin'
and the junipers clap- a standing ovation
hoping creation
gives us a title and makes more of us~

Submitted: Friday, August 22, 2014

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  • Hazel Durham (8/25/2014 9:26:00 AM)

    So original with amazing imagery and a such a deep love so beautifully expressed! ! (Report) Reply

  • Daniel Brick (8/22/2014 9:05:00 PM)

    I am really taken by this poem. I read it three times in succession (silently) , not to get at the meaning but to enjoy the amazing flow of imagery. I didn't say flood, but flow. There is something about scale I really like in this poem; it's not out of human proportion but rather within the range of human endeavor. Which means the journey the two people are taking is accessible. Your poems always have striking interplay between the male and female characters - the man seems to be slightly ahead of the woman calling the shots, so to speak, but not by much. In my mental picture he is hovering over her but very close; that's why their exchanges are so abrupt. I have a sense they are trying to find as common rhythm and are close to being in sync. The plum sky is a nice touch, sweet detail. (Report) Reply

  • Bill Cantrell (8/22/2014 4:58:00 PM)

    Indeed an interesting grouping of words and thoughts which make a unique rhythm of meaning. (Report) Reply

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