This is a poem I wrote shortly after watching The Life of PI a few years ago. It was based off of the island that he gets washed up upon after Pi's boat sinks.
I'm sorry if this is in the wrong category. I'm also very sorry if my writing sucks.
A plank of wood and a stormy sea.
Lost in the middle of nowhere.
A time of chance.
A time of hope.
But it may elude me.
Waves go up and waves come down.
Crashing, bashing, batting me.
Behind, a ship, sunken, though.
Ahead, an island, washed ashore.
On my floating island,
anything can happen.
Life is green, and lush, and full.
Death is in the air.
All who dare to come here,
just one word: beware.
The moon came out to shine on me.
The stars, they told their lives.
A tree of a dark, dark forest
filled with mystery.
The lotus opened, revealing the dead
and forgotten.
A single warning that it held
that I could not ignore.
Run, little one; there's not much time.
On my floating island,
anything can happen.
Life is green, and lush, and full.
Death is in the air.
All who dare to come here,
just one word: beware.
No longer to be found,
my floating island,
lost at sea.
Like I was so long ago.
It is a time not be recalled.
The fault's on you, I am afraid.
The price, the toll?
Well we shall see.
Your life is now in jeopardy.
On my floating island,
anything can happen.
Life is green, and lush, and full.
Death is in the air.
All who search are lost again,
never to be found.
