On the ebb and flow of love, I castaway.

On the ebb and flow of love, I castaway.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

On the ebb and flow of love, I castaway.
She lies naked, beautiful, graceful
with swaying palm trees( flowing hair),
idyllic views, blue on sunshine;
a No Man's Island.
While my love caressed 
her silken shores,
her temperament- rebellious, elusive;
interrupted, distracted....
by the seas of love.
Continually visited
abandoned by tides,
I too found myself swept
off her Daydream Island.
No sooner left, looking
over my shoulder
another lover lapped her shores.
In the essence of her beauty
I perceived as natural laws;
simple but heavenly;
her beauty sharing,
inviting, transcendental,
I realised I  was no more
but a silhouette in passing
a time in her shadows
only I  and others 
adored.

© 2016 andrew mitchell


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I really like this. Elegantly written.

Posted 8 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

8 Years Ago

Thank you so much Neal for dropping by and commenting
Neal S

8 Years Ago

My pleasure.
i and others...yes the key...she opens her shores to many and truly embraces none....

and yet even if we know better we get caught up in her tides...

j.

Posted 8 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

8 Years Ago

if only we were true sailors we would know how to navigate through these tidal waters!
i guess falling in love with the right person
would feel this way

like you have been castaway from the world

i hope not too far

nice one Andrew

Posted 8 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

8 Years Ago

Thank you Serendipity, just some different fictional takes on life.
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