Healing Island

Healing Island

A Poem by Tracie Skarbo

 

 
I sit in candle light
Thinking up a rhyming storm
Wondering of the meaning
As my minds thoughts form
 
Once a thick black shadow
Now becomes a lark
So much has become pleasure
The words don’t seem as stark
 
I have found a mischief maker
Who likes to laugh it seems
A running four foot playmate
I turn the pages in my dreams
 
The beach murmurs of white sand
Don’t let the thought of sharks give you grief
We can play and frolic in the waves
For beyond there lies a reef
 
A tiger named sweet grass
Sits upon a couch his own
He is one of my guardians
Don’t worry about the teeth he’s shown
 
Tabatha the panther
There up in the trees
Will try to hypnotize you
She is such a tease
 
The wind will sing to lull you
Of that you can be sure
Let go of all that happened before
And you will have found the cure
 
This is my healing island
You can come at any time
Just make sure to awaken
When you hear the chime

© 2009 Tracie Skarbo


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Very beautiful primal piece. Nicley written with rich imagery. A true journey into a wonderful dream. Excellent job.

Posted 13 Years Ago


What a delightful, breezy read for me this evening home from work. Like a breath of fun, fresh air. your verses and rhymes are on point. Such a delight to read. The last stanza can almost be said in a soft whisper. Just lovely!!

Lynne

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.



Memories !

Very well done

-----Eagle Cruagh

Posted 13 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

oh my! wow,that is so deep and yet so playfully serious added to faves! even the font you have used conveys the emotion in that,thank you for sharing,its always good to have a playmate!

Posted 13 Years Ago


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Tracie Skarbo
Tracie Skarbo

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