On the white sands of the shore
There a came a wave
It came up to my feet,
touched my feet
and washed it.
Receding,
it gave me
the bubbles and white foam
dying instantly
as it joined the mighty sea.
The sea is my home.
By dying to the shore
I enter my home.
Are you refering to the resurrection idea of christianity where Christ dies on the cross and is resurrected. dying to the shore i am reborn in the sea for sea is my home... thank you for the ideas. you are very much poetic in your little poems
The sea is my home. By dying to the shore I enter my home........................in dynamics of nature everything goes by rise and fall by crest and trough in its time and space as specified by its own reason, wonderful write imagery and metaphors, quite metaphysical,10+++.thanks for sharing
Its speechless..... so wel writen, so beautiful....... Great imagination.
great imagery and wonderful imagination. I like the way you let us find our own meaning. Just the observation alone sparks a new way to see the shore.
The sea is my home. By dying to the shore I enter my home. Hi, Tony, You are a free person.
i have some problems with this poem, but unless you ask, i may just not bother to mention them to you in detail. thanks for sharing. :) bri
This one is so different but the value is priceless...so good! You missing somewhere u belong to, staying at middle of road, between ur 'place' and your present 'place' always make u in between...but dont u miss the ocean? How could u think to leave shore...In between, and so still u stay in both...and what i understand (another version) , for me, i refer this as a life, we now live as human and yet going older (and death) and reach to new home, which where we belong (life after death) ...earth and heaven? A lot of things can be translated by many ways from this philosophical poem! :) :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice link to human existence