An Island -edited

[ellajam]

Hi, Mopkins, this is an interesting idea that is worth developing. A few notes.

An Island



An island am I in the sea of life, I think the title and the poem say this, you don't need to come right out with it.
changing with every tide,
my borders daily different.
The waters as they ride

away with what was part of me
bring back a gift as well, Maybe gifts and shells?
exchanging branch for driftwood
or sand for pearly shell.

Though what was me drifts away
new parts of me abide I don't think abide is right here.
and I am daily different…
ebbs and flows the tide.

I hope you do more with this, great idea.

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While the inversion was awkward, I enjoyed your use of metaphor. The usual effect of age, though, is deterioration instead of greater beauty

My bold. I disagree. While the body deteriorates, the mind and spirit often ripen into what is surely "greater beauty."