Of The Sea Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Of the sea

At the shore, some artists
Stood and talked with sea.

One reached out to easel
Brushed paint on canvas.

Another sang of love
Praising light of sun.

One composed music
Of the heart and living.

Others, too, were busy
Spinning and weaving
The warps of life, being.

Waves carried messages
To people, scattered
On other sides, edges
As if talked face to face.

In art they, had oneness
With question, rejection:
"We are one at the birth,
Will be same after death,
What the hell are borders
Under the varied names
Of sort of government
Or culture, age, gender? "

Artists were united
In loving, forgiveness
And tried with efforts
To raise the flag of:
"Avoid war, embrace."

Proudly I joined them
Asking for permission:
"Can I be a member
To record your actions
In sweet, soft poem? "