The Sea Was, Is My Passion Poem by Roula Pollard

The sea
is my flower
our love passion
I hold her like you
like holding your hand
tenderly, like holding your breath
your smile, your return, your being
you. I am, her color of multi colored blue
I am her, uncontaminated, untouchable sea
do not touch, do not dare pollute her again
you promise me, unconditional is love, love
will love her unpretentiously like you caress me
an unprotected child of this, empty fullness world
a stray orphan on the sea, a lost child, war refugee
her refugee mother always tucking empty plastic bags
under her bra, near her heart, there is, and what emptiness?
Mother, your son may come back, may, will
a wounded soldier from the desert
nobody will harm you, sea no-one
as they used to for ages
you, she is a child
an orphan child
the sea of ours
me, you

© Roula Pollard
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Photomontage with Google images