Rare and stark is the isolated island
In its heart - its bipolar mood
And it stokes within the imagination
A fire - a want of pursuit.
Its knobby fingers reach out to a black sea -
Bringing roamers out to some land's end;
Its fjords entice sojourners in for some peace
After a frigid trip endured.
Its verdant mountains slope down to meet blue ice
That's hard like stone and impassable
And immediately known to wandering eyes
As earth that's beautiful but cruel.
It's a place where fact and legends are as one
And lava flows like a river;
Where in an entire spreading rocky plain
There grows one radiant flower;
Where the sun perseveres along the skyline
Then is gone in a vapid cloud
And my nocturnal thoughts run and take flight -
Dancing within an aural shroud.
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Author:
Amy Michelle Mosier (
Offline) - Published: June 1st, 2025 17:15
- Category: Nature
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Comments3
A great metaphor in this poem of the island and the view from a bipolar perspective. A series of metaphors for different stages and how things are seen. Well done.
Superb.
A beautifully written piece of the views and thoughts on how life can be seen through a bipolar perspective, nicely expressed and written
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