Oh how many tragic tears,
Must mermaids weep each day?
To leave behind the trail of gems,
Washed up on the shore in the bay.
Beautifully sculpted sea glass,
Is mermaid’s tears they say,
But it may be magical, mystical dust,
Sprinkled by mermaids at play.
Maybe the sparkling pieces of glass,
Were not really theirs to keep,
So every day, when the tide goes out,
They toss them back onto the beach.
Perhaps they’re being playful,
Teasing us into their game,
They sprinkle treasures for us to find,
Not to join them would be a shame.
My imagination is greatly piqued,
As I comb the beach, deep in thought.
Walking along the ocean floor,
To see what the tide has brought.
Maybe the sparkling pieces of glass, Were not really theirs to keep, So every day, when the tide goes out, They toss them back onto the beach. what a sweet and based on a legend of mermaid.. which is one of my favorite stroies.. you did with very great way..logic and the verses are joint to each other very perfectly..flow of poem is melodic and thoughful idea has exppressed here..seems that you have enough ability to write good poems..well done
Beautiful imagery and rhythm. Love it, thanks Athena *** words will change the world ***
you made my inmagination sit up and take notice of this poem. a pleasure to read of mermaids at play.
nice visual metaphor: ''Beautifully sculpted sea glass, Is mermaid’s tears they say'' vivid imagination, well written poem........10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
lovely poem, paints a pretty picture