Waves are not silent.
They stand and shout
In surge and rage,
They argue with the wind.
With hiss and froth
They strike the shore
And grumble with the rocks.
They spit their words
In tumbled highs
And protest still
In trickled sighs.
Then slink away
In swirling
Bubbled eyes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Excellent command of movement. A great translation of motion into the imagery of your words. Bravo. :) S