Roxane Aristy Poet Free verse

Carte Blanche

To Israel Kamakawiwo, IZ



Tell him the sea has receded and the stars are jumping on its bare bed.
Tell him that history was a seagull hungering our names.
Tell him, if he is silent, if he isolates himself, God appeased the volcano,
 created for us this island.
Tell him that I wait for him under the almond tree, barefoot and still tousled,
with shimmering hoops. Hawaii, Izzy surfing clouds, playing ukulele.

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Silent One November 17, 2019 at 2:10 PM This is about the singer right? He was a great singer who died so young.. loved his songs... Roxane Aristy December 17, 2019 at 7:52 AM Yes! IZ! When I'm in my death bed, if I get to be so lucky to die in my bed, I asked Tricia,my adopted daughter, to play "somewhere over the rainbow" , IZ's version. Thank you Silent One for visiting this poem.

Robert Warlov November 15, 2019 at 3:24 AM my great-grandmother had a similar encounter on her Island, but the seagulls mock her scattered history too. Roxane Aristy November 16, 2019 at 6:39 AM Thank you Robert and your grandma, you contribute to this blank check of unlimited wonders.

Phil Capitano November 13, 2019 at 4:07 AM Very descriptive, you have a unique style. Welcome to the soup. Roxane Aristy November 16, 2019 at 6:08 AM Thank you for being so generous, Phil.

Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart November 12, 2019 at 1:22 PM This is wonderful. Roxane Aristy November 16, 2019 at 6:06 AM Thank you Maureen.