I awakened feeling debilitated,
defenseless, and exposed.
The rags that now cover my body,
used to be my favorite outfit.
It must have happened
when the plane crashed.
I sit up, squint as the sun hits my eyes,
and glance around for him.
Angst rushes over me...
and I almost start to panic.
Just at that moment,
he appears from the bushes.
My fear in remission,
I walk to greet him.
I'm overy ecstatic,
that he survived the crash.
As we embrace,
so deep, so ardent, so tender;
I notice the items he's clutching,
he managed to find the plane,
mangled and torn in trees beyond
and bring them to me.
My personal collected works
of Timothy, the poeticweaver,
An immensely bright yellow umbrella,
which I don't yet comprehend.
A large trunk, with what looks to be
an ancient record player.
I approach him as he's setting the umbrella
into the ground for stability.
He said that would be our shelter.
Now I get it.
The record player is displayed to the side,
with the easy listening records beside it.
Ah, beautiful.
He pulls me into our new home
gives the record player a forcible crank,
and the music starts to play.
We retire to the umbrella,
wrapped within each-others arms,
reading the words of love
poetically penned by Tim.
The barren, desolate island
materializes before us
as the music plays on.
What was once dead and empty
has reached new life,
and we take in the beauty around us.
In the process of reading and listening,
we come to be intensely affectionate,
eagerly awaiting our passions.
Until our rescue arrives,
we'll delight in our surroundings;
and for all one knows,
make love.
defenseless, and exposed.
The rags that now cover my body,
used to be my favorite outfit.
It must have happened
when the plane crashed.
I sit up, squint as the sun hits my eyes,
and glance around for him.
Angst rushes over me...
and I almost start to panic.
Just at that moment,
he appears from the bushes.
My fear in remission,
I walk to greet him.
I'm overy ecstatic,
that he survived the crash.
As we embrace,
so deep, so ardent, so tender;
I notice the items he's clutching,
he managed to find the plane,
mangled and torn in trees beyond
and bring them to me.
My personal collected works
of Timothy, the poeticweaver,
An immensely bright yellow umbrella,
which I don't yet comprehend.
A large trunk, with what looks to be
an ancient record player.
I approach him as he's setting the umbrella
into the ground for stability.
He said that would be our shelter.
Now I get it.
The record player is displayed to the side,
with the easy listening records beside it.
Ah, beautiful.
He pulls me into our new home
gives the record player a forcible crank,
and the music starts to play.
We retire to the umbrella,
wrapped within each-others arms,
reading the words of love
poetically penned by Tim.
The barren, desolate island
materializes before us
as the music plays on.
What was once dead and empty
has reached new life,
and we take in the beauty around us.
In the process of reading and listening,
we come to be intensely affectionate,
eagerly awaiting our passions.
Until our rescue arrives,
we'll delight in our surroundings;
and for all one knows,
make love.
Author notes
Not too shabby for a write at 6 am, if I do say so myself!
This was an awesome contest.
In case you can't tell....the items I chose were:
Collected poetic works of (poeticweaver),
A bright yellow umbrella, and the
Large trunk with old windup record player and records (easylistening)
Thanks for any and all comments!! 
In a list
A contest entry
- Stranded: a romantic musing by MJ Donnelly.
3500 points, ended November 20, 2008, 15 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What did you think
Comments
-
Thanks for the entry, I enjoyed reading it.
All the best,
mj.

-
Now, This Rocks!
It sparkles with gold, as your poetic story does unfold, and how wonderful is that guy Tim you've mentioned here. I know of him, that poeticweaver is the best, he could inspire a library of authors. Wow, all I can say here is, you have really good taste!
Love ya hun, peace.


-
Great poem here
You made me feel like I was right out there with you good work




