where is the island I seek
too small for predation
but for hungry sea birds
that circle and dive for fish
grass huts and shanties
open to the quiet breeze
never locked nor need be
for the tribe is a family
coconut and mango grow
greens and herbs plentiful
as are fish and breadfruit
the earth feeds the people
where is the island garden
once here beneath my feet
shall it never come again
as a dreamer awaits mercy
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I have to read it again and again to understand or feel it Its sounds in harmony though!
Free verse is something I feel compelled to structure by the length of the line sometimes. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't.