I scratched a poem in golden sand-
Some simple words of praise
I thanked the Lord for sunsets and
The skies they set ablaze.
I thanked Him for the ocean's roar
And blessed Him for the beach
I stood on His majestic shore
And praised Him good for each.
So I was pretty damned surprised
To look down at the foam
And see His hand, before my eyes,
Erase my simple poem.
I cursed Him for His wretched prank
And that's the moment when
I swore to God I'd never thank
His sorry butt again.
Interesting to put this content in 8-6 ballad form, but it works. Last two lines inadvertently create an enjambment that trips up the rhyme. But you nailed the whole thing, really. Nice poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Delightful write Brian. I love the image of your reclaimed poem being swept away.