Enrico Lommerte


Beata Insula - Poem by Enrico Lommerte

on my island in time
the world stands still
no mather how hard I try
to hear my surroundings
I do not succeed

the window puppets
are blocking my path
they take up space in silence
passive in resistance
but they have invaded
harsh and brute
eventually it will be
up to me
to discard my island of them
for I want it
to be austere
mild
temperate
my oasis

te be God of me



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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, May 16, 2012



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