World Map Islands A Nose Tip Away Poem by rommelmarkmarchan beyond poetica

Seen through the largest building glass wall

There is it.
The known islands of the world
mounted not by the law of nature
but by the creative mind of man.

a jig-jaw puzzle remains unsolved
lying disconnected, gradually perishing
above geographical earth

bound to float, unlike his brother The Palm
with lavish Atlantis and partly occupied beaches,
the world-map replica aground by the time
of recession current,
shark-loans engulfing nearby
thus
celebrity-target buyers conceding
lucrative tenancy back-off

remains a frozen mount of clay sprinkled by
the dust of time
only the white-tail yachts and comet-speeding jetski
tracing its colonized british-isles, sold-out territory

how possible they had been transported
into the sea from that debt-sinking offshore........
how possible shall be hauled back
to its original safari.....
to where the wind of change
whirling and sweeping on its sandcrest
reshaping into an untraceable dunes..........

where is now my island?
an investor's outcry reechoing at Gulf news headline

Be patient and learn how wait in silence....
we're now in speedy recovery............

Truly yours, Developer.