the cruise ship
carrying American poets
had crashed and sunk
a few survivors
washed ashore
on a tropical island
I found myself stranded
with Jane Campion,
Sandra Feldman,
Julia Luber, Susan Williams,
Rini Shibu, Mirela Athanas,
Savita Tyagi, Aqua Flower,
RoseAnn V. Shawiak,
and about a dozen others,
all women except me
we had plenty to eat
there were coconuts,
bananas and pineapples
mangoes, papayas,
and several other fruits
that I could not name
there were wild pigs
and capybara, and
some smaller creatures
we all worked together
and built huts of bamboo
for shelter from the sun
Bri Edwards, I know
what you are thinking
but it wasn't like that at all
we spent the evenings
sitting around our campfire
and composing poetry together
we created many great poems
but all of them are lost
because we had nothing to write on
My last poem didn't get much reading either! Some time I find it hard to find new poems even mine in new poem lists. A sign comes..Opps! something went wrong!
Glad you posted it again and Bri informed me about it. I smiled all the way reading/quick scanning through your series. Poets are creative! stranded anywhere they will create life! Specially women!
'They' say: 'better late than never'. Damn right! And Quoth Theraven had it right also, in his comment. I'll have to give this 5 stars to try to drum up business. : ) bri
You wisely wrote 'Bri Edwards, I know what you are thinking but it wasn't like that at all'. And you are correct! I was thinking you'd rather have ME there, right? RIGHT? ?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Cowboy Ron Williams, Every poem deserves a second chance. Even one that was Marooned. -QtR