I would live on a desert island
alone with my thoughts,
a book of poems-
a pen that runs not out,
and paper to write;
I would live like a king
alone in the majesty of words
and not a drop of water
or handful of food would I crave;
though my body pines away
to the dusts of the air
I would live, content.
Your poetry is beautiful.
I'm a co-entrant in ICP. Also a poet.
I like your blog too. And especially the poem 'mute'.
Chose it at random. Really liked it.
"I would live, content."
Stirring in its lyrical potential.
Do you think life would be that content? Ah, poetic pipe-dreams...
seems dreams do irk you?
I dream. A lot. Makes this world bearable.
I live in a world of dreams which is as real as I can make it. Course there is that tiny problem of knowing the difference reality and the dream. Sometimes have to rely on my lover for a reality check!
Nevertheless, I will still dream of my desert island heaven...
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