The sailing boat pitches
in the violent sea
it rocks from side to side
a crying baby in its mother’s arms
The heavy boom swings
like an old clock pendulum
the thick ropes creak
the sail cleats strain
The mast snaps in half
like a dry twig
it falls into the sea
leaving only a jagged stump
The wind stops howling
the violent sea calms
the boat stops rocking
asleep in its mother’s arms
Very descriptive and an interesting comparison. Enjoyable read. Thank you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This was an amazing comparison! It really got me thinking.