"Life is the dancer and you are the dance."
Eckhart Tolle

Saturday, March 26, 2011

A Lost Island Poetry Tow Truck #13-Vacation, All I Ever Wanted

Barbados by D.V.
 Grates of iron surround doorways
on an island of solitude
Isolated inner sanction resolves 
problems, they turn away
with disgust or indifference
Look between the slatted boards
reserved for errors we missed
Read words carefully crafted
so the mind can catch some meaning,
lost along the pathway of others’ indiscretions
Iron and boards form intricate patterns
to hold us from within  


  1. I like your play on inner sanctum....sanction. There are nuances of meaning that take me to different places. I love the last two lines.