I traced thin lines in a sea map
measuring
the distance between north and south
in coloured stains on a table
I drowned
~the distance~
oh! infamous! falls asleep on me
i am yellow you blue
on this sea chart called
love of miles and miles
S
the geography is on my heart
the stones, the sand, the ocean
all trembling together
~in my tiny heart~
can you hear the sound?
tin tin tin
~tinkling~
with my hands i created a wave
to suck me violently
a new route by reach you
had to
is there where the journey depart~
so sorry - was a revolted sea-
i sank there
and all that was rested on me
sank also
i become a woman in blue again
taking all to the deep
my love, my breast, my last breath....
and one tiny heart
to the bottom
What a vision created here! I shall watch for the storm you stirred with your hand.
I agree even though I speak English. And yes like a lover.
really a eager of emotion flows through... geography in your heart.. breathtaking.. i hear the tin tin sound... Musfiq
distance feels in kilometers, oceans and seas make barricades mountains and valleys block your journey only in earth but in mind the same second.
Your poem is exquisite in it's well communicated flair for taking us along the waves your soul surfed....beautiful! ! ! ! PEACE
Thanks so much Suman, for you too. You are so gentle, OH!
A commendable piece of ink! ..............................so beautifully penned.................loved it. Dear Poetess! Wishing you and your loved ones a happy Christmas!
Enchanting write. Lovely colored with blue ink blooms under twilight of moon sparkling through stars and reaches every loving guy. lovely piece. wooooooooooow.100 out of 10
Colored lines on cartographic ocean charts; They keep us apart; I dare rip up the maps Calling it a mishap Or some such breach of truth: This is a wonderful poem, forsooth!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
beautifully done poetess.like every lines of it.