The Island

2013-04-23 18.22.53My love isn’t the stuff of sand dunes
that shifts with the wind.
It isn’t the stuff of soap bubbles
that twirls and gleams only seconds
until the filmy rainbows burst.

My love isn’t the stuff of vapor trails
that stretches and disappears in a blink.
It isn’t the stuff of morning dew
that twinkles and shivers at dawn
but dries before the air heats.

My love is a rocky island
set in a turbulent sea
under a sparkling blue sky
and the shimmer of white haze.

My love is the hidden island cove
and transparent quiet waters
rolling and smoothing
the sharp edges of shattered glass.

My love is the sheltered calanques
of October where wet stars
light the heart and salty waters
kiss your wounds clean.

My love is the island a shore-bound gaze
sees move and change
but always stays
the same.


About emmylgant

Cloud watcher and dreamer sometimes wise, often foolish, but I am what I am.
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21 Responses to The Island

  1. ceayr says:

    Great poem.


    • emmylgant says:

      Thank you.
      I read your new book by the way, and I found it quite entertaining.

      It’s a fun read. The very short short stories, what you call sound bite fiction, in a variety of voices and themes kept me turning the pages! Some shorts are hilarious others scary, quite a few are moving and give pause.
      Yes, a very satisfying read.
      Good luck on the sales. 😀


  2. Randstein says:

    Beautiful Em. So much imagery, all painting a picture of the essential Em 🙂 “transparent quiet waters rolling and smoothing the sharp edges of shattered glass.” This line speaks to me in a way that sends my thoughts down multiple paths, all good.

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  3. PapaBear says:

    Emm, my dear, you are the constant star that sheds love and light on the island. This is nothing short of brilliant. 🙂


  4. themodernidiot says:

    Your love is a benediction; your love is life. Those who don’t get that are the flotsam and jetsam you must discard (if you haven’t already).

    Dug the use of implication. A nice mindstroll for a lazy hot afternoon 🙂

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  5. arjaybe says:

    The Rockies may tumble,
    Gibraltar may crumble . . .

    And thanks for calanques – I looked it up.-)

    Liked by 1 person

    • emmylgant says:

      You saw music in there hey? It’s here to stay it looks like.
      calanques… lots of them around here. Most of them are hard to get to, unless you approach them from the sea.
      Duh! Stating the obvious again.


  6. Magical metaphors with rock and roll rhythm as persistent as the waves.

    Liked by 1 person

  7. Suzanne Richmond says:

    Lovely!!! Love it… Suz


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