The ocean, the sea,
The lake, the waters,
black, wine-dark,
grey, green, blue.
The silence,
The silence?
The loneliness,
The hiss of the wind,
The cymbal crash
of the waves
unending..
Write where you can,
when you can,
and do not think
of where or when
you can’t.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
write when you can, do all you can when you can. I'll get going Fred, and write some more poems, seeing you're still active at it, not thinking of when you can't, that is, can't write. Great flow of running words.