She had her own Pearl harbour.

She had her own Pearl harbour.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

She had her own Pearl Harbour.
True love lies outside
her harbour
waiting for the kamikaze
attacks to subside.
But having other ideas
the freedom to move
she wasn't ready.
Always under friendly fire
feeding insatiable lust;
true love ran aground
in the end, wasted.

© 2016 andrew mitchell


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1VJ
Is this like all's fair in love and war? The metaphor is potent, the kamikaze is relatable. :)

Posted 8 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

8 Years Ago

Thank you Paloma for your words and dropping by.
Honest tone and story told in the poetry.
"Always under friendly fire
feeding insatiable lust;
true love ran aground
in the end, wasted."
I liked the above lines. Real life and true. Thank you Andrew for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

Posted 8 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

8 Years Ago

Thank you John for your lovely review.
Coyote Poetry

8 Years Ago

Was my pleasure and you are welcome my friend.
the hunger of lust must be fed well unless the body's not fully drained. and the beauty of one's is almost stuck in such enigmatic pilgrims of love & lust... in a juxtaposition to meet light or peace, somehow. quite deep. and very vivid. nice imagery here.

Posted 8 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

8 Years Ago

Thank you Adams for your words and the time to visit,much appreciated.

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Added on September 19, 2016
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