The Island Of Your Smile

Poem By Rod Mendieta

Oh, indeed it'd easier to abdicate
And walk out into exile in a cove of silence
Than to raise a bridge of words
And steal over the ocean of your indifference.

But how long will I derive comfort
In warmest solitude, from my music,
My books, my thoughts and reveries
Before the ghost of you creeps in unbeckoned?

Will another bridge of words then
Bring me, penitent, to walk across
The ocean of your indifference again?
Will I still find it there, the island of your smile?

Comments about The Island Of Your Smile

a REAL man is never, ever: penitent, OR repentant, contrite, remorseful, sorry, apologetic, regretful, conscience-stricken, rueful, ashamed, shamefaced, abject, ...........................IS THAT why i've been divorced three times? ...............or was it four? ? ! to MyPoemList.................. bri ;)
leave it to an architect to sneak in the word cove! ! ! i might use into a cove, but i'm me and you is you! ! hee-hee. favorite phrase: ocean of your indifference.** ** [[in my four marriages, i may have sailed a few of those! ]] (to be continued) ..............
Heartfelt, deep thoughts, and beautiful rendition of words. A very passionate poem. Thanks for sharing Rod.
This is much to my liking. Indeed, it's off to my favourites' list. Fine metaphor and a good rhythm.


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