Alone, a desolate island
Of soft, white sand blanketed
Over warmed toes
With the sea to bask in,
The clouds to dab on firm canvases
An old world forgotten
A vacant contentedness
Names lost in the ebbing of tides
But there, a voice calling
Over rolling waves, a small boat
Pulls from that crystal harbor
She steps out, an ever-so present smile
Approaches from the shore
A familiar friend, she sits beside me
And gently opens a book
Two, lying together
Toes caked in sand, reading
With the sea to hum soft lullabies,
The clouds to shade our pages,
A piece of an old world
Quietly waiting
Her name both a soft reminder
and a promise fulfilled
Stirring from a nap’s embrace,
We stretch,
Close the book, roll my canvases
She stands,
A looped arm offered
I take it, knowing
An old world awaits us
A boat untied, the sail breathes
Each wave rocking me to wakefulness
As I search the skyline
Knowing a few welcomed detours
lie ahead, I see her,
In her mere being
And I see the love that has come
To coax me from my shore again
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Author:
PotbellyPleb (
Offline) - Published: January 21st, 2020 01:48
- Comment from author about the poem: This poem is actually based upon a three-page letter I received from my best friend for my birthday. In the letter, she described that sometimes she feared that if one day God's hand plucked her up and settled her on a deserted island, that she would be so peaceful, so content that she wouldn't remember to miss her family or her friends. Because she would have her books to read and the skies, the sand and the fish to paint (naturally God wouldn't put her on an island without her paints). But out of all the people she knew, she imagined that I would be one of the first to hop on a little row boat and find her little island to bring her back. But we wouldn't leave right away, it's a nice island after all, so we'd take a few naps and read a few books first before hopping in our little boat and heading home...and even then, we'd take a few detours first. And I read this and thought, wow, this paragraph displays more love than any other material gift I had received that day, because I thought it portrayed a very important aspect of love, and that is pursuing someone, meeting them where they're at and getting to know they're emotional habitat. In my best friends case, it would be an island, since she is a bit of an introvert. But I fell in love with that aspect of our relationship, that willingness to meet someone where they are emotionally while acknowledging that sometimes that solitude is needed, and then appreciating the process and the journey back while maybe taking a few detours.
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Comments2
Super loving write, may your sailing the sea of love never end.
Thank you very much 🙂
To read you is delightful!
Firstly i read your accompanying words which i found very entertaining and well written. Moving on to your piece i was yes delighted. Such a joyous, warm and light hearted adventure.
I must read more of your stuff.
I'm so glad, and I hope you enjoy!
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