funneling rain by my window
knocks on my door i don't know
open curtain to watch the palms
they are still whatever comes
wipe off stain printed on glass
soothing feeling came in a rush
sailboat keel touching bottom
wind is kind, run out of room
broadside splash spin to sea
little push; will sail the bay
where seagulls glide and laugh
watchful eyes on passing raft
colorful sails resisting wind
its struggle too much to gain
too much will surely break mast
cast in; this journey will last
ooh! i forgot my fishing pole
cheers, you got your wish, whole
Your poem is a linguistic painting of a magical landscape - a little ray of sunshine to light the day. S :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I read joy, lightheartedness, and and expression of freedom into this poem. A good read. :)