If you were a shore rinsed by murmurous waves,
Mottled with mosaics of sharp stones and seaweed,
Meandering as the curly hair strand shone through by the Sun,
I would not hesitate to jump off on you,
As the whale condemned to death.
Only humans would not be clear
Of such suicidal reasons,
But do not you
And not me.
Will you call me though?
Nice description of the ocean. Marine can signifies color, the deep blue of the navy bleu. In France, it can also be the first name of a girl. Mottled with mosaics of sharp stones and seaweed, I love this part. A great write! Keep on penning!
Thank you, Dave. I tried to leave a comment under your poem and vote - no success yet: / Perhaps too early, this is my first day here.
A great poem really liked it. A great write. May i invite you to read my new poem called, Another Soldier Dies.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thanks!