This Man Is An Island

poem by: Michael Wise
Written on May 12, 2018

This man is an island
uncharted in the sea
and many are the shipwrecks
that set their sails for me

Down along the shoreline
are remnants in decay
and others sank beneath the waves
while searching for a quay

Peaceful waters beckon
lonely sailors to their doom
the jagged rocks below
mark an ocean vessel's tomb

Few have made it inland
few can ever reach
The crashing waves have washed away
their footprints from the beach

I set sail to nowhere
no seaways do I brave
Another island's rocky shore
shall never be my grave

Far removed from those
who would venture out to me
for this man is an island
in the middle of the sea



© Mike Wise
5-12-18

 

Tags: Imagery, Pain, Metaphor, Rhyme, Love, Sad, Deep,

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A previous user commented on May 13, 2018 at 12:24am
People tend to avoid the eye of the storm. And once you're there it's hard to leave. Nice poem.
Michael Wise commented on May 13, 2018 at 1:40am
Thank u my friend!
Frank Hornby . commented on May 13, 2018 at 8:47am
Nice poem..it flowed like the waves gently lapping onto a desert island beach......🌴
Michael Wise commented on May 13, 2018 at 11:20am
Very poetically put Frank! Thank u!
Christopher Russon commented on Dec 11, 2018 at 9:11pm
Beautifully written Mike.I have a facination with islands.
Michael Wise commented on Dec 11, 2018 at 11:29pm
That's cool, Chris! Thank u!
Frank Hornby . commented on Dec 12, 2018 at 9:29am
This poem plays with my imagination...like a good poem should...I see through the metaphor Mike...and I feel the sadness..
A previous user commented on Dec 13, 2018 at 4:58pm
Just read this again. Well written Micheal. Very deep :)
Michael Wise commented on Dec 14, 2018 at 8:14pm
Yes Frank, there was sadness there when I wrote it, to a degree there still is. But there's also a strange peacefulness as well.
Michael Wise commented on Dec 14, 2018 at 8:15pm
Glad you came back for a second read, A Slow!

 

 

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