Let this be said,
I must confess
let it be heard,
with these words.
That I am not a poet.
No. I am a pebble
stuck on a pebble
heavy beach.
Pleading with the sea,
to wash me inland.
So I can be,
picked up,
And taken home.
Vincent this is lovely. At first I thought you were talking about being one of a million trillion poets on this site (perhaps you were) and wanting to be noticed. But then there was that little twist at the end. Great read and I noticed you and took you home. Love Gyp's
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This made me smile Vincent, thanks for that. 10 from a grateful collector of pebbles! ! ! really. Smiling Tai