What was it made you want to make land here, my friend,
And bury your treasure in these sands?
What compelled you to feel these shores offered
Such certain security for your ill-gotten gains?
This one tiny island surely cannot be dug upon by another,
You so vainly assume.
The island asked not for your deposit nor coveted such,
Yet the island shall be burdened nonetheless.
You demand with veiled congeniality, my friend,
That the location and contents of your treasure never be revealed.
“Promise me” you say. “Promise me!”
Now the island is your abettor against its will.
Your treasure will remain buried on that island,
Sullying its once clean sands and soil.
When your atrocities come to light, my friend,
The island will be assumed every bit as culpable as you.
The Adventures of an Average, White Man...© 
I like how the poems you have released so far on your blog have been from the perspective of the earth, in one way or another. This poem in particular really made me think. I am not sure how much of a symbol you intended it to be for mankind pillaging the earth for resources, but it did make me think of that, especially with it being Earth Day. (Although you published this a couple of weeks before Earth Day). Either way, I loved it!
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This is great!
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Thank you very much 🙂
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Powerful! I love the way you chose to write on this. ☺
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Thank you. I’m normally against poems that don’t rhyme, but I just let the words flow and left them as they were 🙂
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They sound great as they are! Although I myself am not a free verse person, I like your work here. ☺
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I’m not a poetry person full stop. Haha. It’s definitely my least favoured form of literature. I’ve decided to give it a go though and see how I get on 🙂
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By the way…I meant dark not darling undertones 😂😠 Another autocorrect error there 😬
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I understood, it’s okay. Weird how I can recognise a typo and more often than not know what was supposed to be there.
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Wonderful. I love everything about it, the subtle undertones, the symbolism, and how everything flowed together.
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Coming from somebody who can write the scheiße out of a poem that means an awful lot 🙂 It’s definitely metaphor o’clock in this one.
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Aww, thank you… You have a gift using metaphors, I look forward to seeing what else you come up with.
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Unlike my other posts I don’t sit there racking my brains over what poem to write next. I just write them as they come to me so you’ll find they’re far less frequent.
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Hey, I nominated you for an award!! https://hackit812.wordpress.com/2017/04/12/the-awesome-blogger-award/
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Thank you honey 🙂 I really appreciate it. I also really appreciate the review on Dead End. It was much needed given the one star review somebody gave it prior to yours. According to them the story made no sense. I think there’s a difference between not understanding something and something not making sense, but what would I know…
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You’re welcome!
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That is very cryptic.
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It was designed to be 😉 Though I must stress it isn’t aimed at anyone. I don’t do airing dirty laundry, least of all on my blog.
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This is ace! I like the darling undertones to it…and you also make a valid point about littering on tropical Islands 😀
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It’s a definite double-edged sword this one. Although I’m not an advocate for non-rhyming poetry I felt this was one worth getting down onto a blank Microsoft Word document.
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