CASTAWAY
The rising wind blew fresh to shore
as flooding tides began to rise
and stronger winds before high water
began to blow a tropic storm.
And in this isolated place
engirdled by the rolling hills
I searched through natures miry tracts
unguided over hills and vales
in recesses as yet untrodden
seeking advantageous ground
a place where fresh cold water flowed
a higher plot for settlement
with shelter from the heat of sun
and views across the lonely sea
for if a ship should pass on by
deliverance might be mine.
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Author:
Michael Edwards (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I was going to post the fusion poem I started which finished yesterday but was inspired by the first line to write this. Plus another of my watercolours.
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Comments5
A fine write and picture.
Very good write with great imagery.
Love the picture.
Thanks Goldfinch - I don't usually write them so quickly - they tend to hang around for days being 'honed' but this one just came in one go.
Mine generally come in 'one go', it is just the way I write.
Anything about tropical storms I love . Though if I were castaway that would be the last thing I would want . One nagging question I have . Is there a missing word after 'fresh' or is it all to be my imagination .
Thanks so much - no used fresh as an adverb so nothing missing - just left to your imagination.
Great write
Thanks tony
Welcome
Love this Michael, painting and last lines, in particular.
Thanks WBL
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