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realize i am just a castaway on a deserted island
of my own free will
it is a peaceful privacy
and if somewhat monotonous at times remember still
the view is unobscured
when choosing solitude
then one feels at liberty to investigate their imagination
that is what one does
so i explore my island
at my own leisure as the spirit stimulates the passions
and when curiousity convenes
and if it is just a circle
then this is a circle that i will come to deeply understand
like the back of my hand
and if i am hypnotized
by anonymous waves then at least i do not possess the fear
of being resuced either
as i watch you sail away
a feeble hand can only barely wave from some sandy beach
on an isolated island.
with the shorter lines and then the longer ones that stretch out and flow. Very nice.
I'm sure you know Yeats' The Lake Isle of Innisfree. It is perhaps my favorite poem ever ever ever :) and for exactly the reasons you elucidate in your poem. You reached me with this one, buddy.
Despite the typo it is a wonderful notion of monarchy over your own corner of the world. Great poem, Steve.
....much enjoyed this, as I do all your verse.....and you're probably well on the way to rescuing yourself from hell by now. With this poem, it's purgatory at the very worst.