Treasure Island

Tan Pratonix

(Triolet, Mauritius)

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  • Adryan Rotica (4/18/2006 1:19:00 AM)

    Rising up, from out of the garbage....is TAN....Your words are elegant....a long way away...from the flies~!

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  • Elisabeth Hines (4/12/2006 12:50:00 AM)

    I felt like I was there watching horses and feeling the wind!

    Way to go!

    Elisabeth

  • Jeannette Broere (4/10/2006 12:06:00 PM)

    I have read a few of your poems, they look sometimes really adult for a 17 year old one!
    The two worlds of man would be my favorite!
    I am myself most of the time writing just for special occasiony's and since a few months allso for my own.
    Would be nice if you comment mine's allso! !
    Hope you will take your pen again to write....look wat will happen...
    jeannette

  • Emma Beverage (2/17/2006 9:58:00 AM)

    Very nice poem with an uplifting rhythm and very good rhyming. To the person that could not figure out the mention of the horses, I copied those lines so I could comment:
    'But only one vast stretch of blue
    Where foamy horses run.'
    I could be wrong, but that made me feel that you were talking about the ocean and the horses were the way the waves foam and break. Very nice imagery.

  • Max Reif (2/13/2006 9:17:00 AM)

    I tell you: I've read, enjoyed, loved many poems and poets here at Poemhunter. But it's never occurred to me, somehow, to download, print out, and carry around with me the 'complete works' e-book of anyone-until today, when I began at the beginning of Tan's poems and was dazzled, refreshed, utterly charmed, and given new eyes-AND ears-by his rainbow rhymes, his wonderworld rhythms, and the vast, African skies full of birds, that may be flushed and flutter up at absolutely any step.

The Fate of a Child

Flourishing,
like a sapling, green
and tender
and full of life, sprouts
a young child,
pure and innocent,
in a world strewn
with seeds of vice
and corruption;

Only to be choked
by hateful weeds,
only to wither
a rotting corpse
which crumbles
to dust.

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