The Island

Posted on Jun 13, 2015 by emmylgant

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.

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

  1. Suzanne Richmond says:
    Jun 13, 2015 at 12:45 pm

    Lovely!!! Love it… Suz

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  2. AnElephantCant says:
    Jun 13, 2015 at 1:13 pm

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

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  4. arjaybe says:
    Jun 13, 2015 at 5:12 pm

    The Rockies may tumble,
    Gibraltar may crumble . . .

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

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    • emmylgant says:
      Jun 14, 2015 at 12:36 pm

      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.

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  5. themodernidiot says:
    Jun 14, 2015 at 12:20 am

    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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  6. PapaBear says:
    Jun 18, 2015 at 11:03 pm

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

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  7. Randstein says:
    Jun 25, 2015 at 5:52 am

    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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    • emmylgant says:
      Jun 25, 2015 at 4:33 pm

      Thank you Dan. You are very generous.:-)

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      • Randstein says:
        Jun 25, 2015 at 4:44 pm

        Me? Generous? No. I’m actually an old scrooge but your poetry is beautiful and every time I read it, it un-scrooges me. 🙂

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        • emmylgant says:
          Jun 25, 2015 at 9:38 pm

          I read your stuff (I’m not caught up as you well know), and you’re no scrooge. ..
          You are very kind, always finding something to highlight and voicing your appreciation. You think about what is there and why you like it. You don’t hold back.
          So thank you for letting me know what I do right.

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  8. ceayr says:
    Jun 25, 2015 at 3:34 pm

    Great poem.

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    • emmylgant says:
      Jun 25, 2015 at 9:53 pm

      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. 😀

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