sea urchin
island sea urchin
urchin that's a little purple
urchin that's a little grey
urchin so perfect
so matchless
so elusive no one can possess
it pops up in the deep turquoise blue
of my mind where I grasp it
but only briefly
it disappears inexorably
in that constantly lapping current of waves
that cradles my all too real dreams
leaving me dazed like a seagull
hit by gusts of wind crying his dismay...
until I realise that maybe after all
I am really just a stone on the sea bed
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice piece of work. Thanks for sharing this poem with us. E.K.L.