Rhymes can be gentle currents
that lap against the shore
to roll and play and frolic
like dancers on the sand
Rhymes can be frightful torrents
that spout from red hot cores
of ocean floor volcanoes
destroying like in war
Rhymes can be tiny whispers
that ride the tradewind flow
and like the fleeting breezes
get sucked in undertow
Rhymes if not grasped and coddled
like ancient sunken gold
they surely rot in seaweed
and choke in water mold.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wonderful write, your last four lines are just awesome poetry