Island

Island

A Poem by Butch Decatoria

Island

 

I have assimilated.

A city boy now, with Borg-tough sensibilities

Father of two, single of none

To ease the dread of lonely

Yet a collective to oversee & conquers

Our demise like a rushing of glaciers

Cold, inconsiderate, the morosely dim-witted

Metamorphoses

Our future trekking towards doom

 

Islands unable to shift the streams

Watching eclipses, shadows imbue

 

I once could origami a paper boat

To float �" if not as buoyant as the real thing

It can still tell my story

Once you unfold it

And if you read from the soaked

Smearing of my worries

If you unfold it

See how once I dreamed

I sailed on paper origami ships,

Searching islands listening to dreamers

Teaching the others

How we float above it

Liquid minutia of parable screams

I have assimilated

Futile to know any other way

But to live and be

An island

Defined and surrounded by watery time

Islands,

For we are solid as the earth we keep

Fertile for ourselves

Underfoot…

 

 

On a stream overpowered

By life’s inconsiderate industry

Solid and steadfast even when

The future is drowning in

Defeat,

Reality

Killing what was once

Our dream.

 

Fijian and pacific

 

Oceans

 

Waves

 

Undulations.

 

Your eyes and touch

Floating lanterns.

 

Farewell.

 

Islands,  

All my lonely

 

Streaming tears will tell.

© 2015 Butch Decatoria


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I had to read a couple to get the style of your work...
the words and your usage of them gives much to the reader...
the voice is present and clearly can be heard as one goes about the lines...
and the way you've spaced them out...adds the mood...
one can envision the entirety of the piece...

Posted 10 Years Ago


Butch Decatoria

10 Years Ago

Why, thank you glen yumang manese, cool name... if you knew mine, you might laugh. I appreciate you.. read more
Glen Yumang Manese

10 Years Ago

you're welcome...
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"Islands unable to shift the streams
Watching eclipses, shadows imbue" my favorite lines... I could hear the streams, feel the light of the eclipse on my face. Well penned!

Posted 10 Years Ago


Butch Decatoria

10 Years Ago

Thank you for your kind review, glad you liked it. Much appreciated.
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10 Years Ago

You are welcome!!!

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Butch Decatoria
Butch Decatoria

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