A seagull feels as if wrapped up by blue.
Color of sky is smeared on its wings
Sea hue covers the reverse side.
Where is the source of blue fountain?
'It must be beneath the sea', it thinks.
So, it dives in the dancing waves.
Days and nights and years flow on,
It finds some oysters dying for a pearl,
Swims past several coral reefs,
And someday returns to the sweet shore,
Where life is eating, mating, fighting and dying.
With shattered dream it ponders now
'Does the fountain flow from sky? '
The search begins anew.
The bird now starts to flap its wings,
Sun and evening star are the guides.
Sky then opens the door wide open,
Air looses its trail,
Light beacons to enter the zone.
Seagull becomes a part of the blue.*
*Inspired by the book'Jonathan Livingston Seagull' by Richard Bach.
Amazing poem penned with fantastic imagery that elaborates the searches undertaken by Seagull, one by one. Thanks for sharing.10 points.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Now Sumit before I answered your comment on my poem, I thought it best to check out your Seagull poem first. Your poem encloses me in its spell as the seagul's search encloses it. It is a most rapturous poem with a very fine rhythm. At the very least, a ten. I share the feelings your poem expresses. Thank you for drawing my attention to it. Tom Billsborough