Posted December 1st, 2017 by SilverMoon
in timately acquainted with the void
This one's a bref double: http://www.writersdigest.com/whats-new/bref-double-poetic-form
It was an island of paradise
a miracle floating in the water
a respite from the punishing ocean
a heaven of Islamic green;
Sweet green ambrosia to eat
leaves him overcome with grand emotion,
soothing nectar and abundant shade
covers the land in a lustrous sheen.
But bliss and haven are a lure
for sanctuary here is not without price:
a venus fly trap, an island of lotus-eaters
a massive carnivorous machine.
To stay forever might be nice
but forever at the price of all forward motion.
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