'Our Torments may in length of time become our Elements...'
~ John Milton, Paradise Lost Book 2
I am by no means the best nor the most prolific poet, but I hope my small works can bring you a smile, even if they are vague and obscure. ~Tom
The island stands alone in virgin silence
Its rugged vistas pleasing to the eye
Its ocean girdled slopes untouched by violence
Sleep peacefully beneath an azure sky
...
Bold men sought it out,
upturning the world's corners
as they stumbled gallantly
right past it.
...
Hidden amongst leaves
A shy blossom turns her head
In the fading light
Lift her dark petals skyward
...
She takes the dark
Turns it into light
And my wound she heals it
Where once I was blind
...
This wooden starfish
I clutch it tightly, recall
A small face smiling
Evokes fleeting memories
...