Fire at the core
Necklace of ash, stone, coral.
Islands emerge, submerge or shift
with continental drift. Islands
are not immortal. Without you,
islands could never be. You
are the portal. Islands are born
from your longings.
See how easy:
The spoon stirs up the void
Seabird drops its egg
A sand-grain launches itself
You blow breath on the ocean
Something breaks out on the face of the water
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well conceived and nicely written with clarity of thought and mind. An insightful creation. Thanks for sharing Olive.
Have now made a YouTube video of this poem. Another from Hurricane Watch to follow next week.