Dreamtime
Surrounded by black water, the wave has carried me away
Suddenly I smell the familiar scent of mango trees
I hear the night calling its familiar tune of crickets
Home, take me home.
But I am sitting, wafting like a piece of driftwood, in the great, unending, black sea
“Sleep, my child, sleep” whispers the silent rolling and rocking of the sea
Shapes, silver-gray, whisk on by me
Mama? Papa? Are you there, somewhere in this blackness?
Darkness
Copyright ©: 2011
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Владимир Маяковский – Профплакаты
- I Am Part Of The Load by Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi
- States! by Walt Whitman
- Джон Донн – Лекция о тени
- Brockley Coomb by Samuel Coleridge
- Spirit That Form’d This Scene. by Walt Whitman
- In The Forum poem – Alfred Austin
- Nestling by Mark R Slaughter
- Projector by Shreekumar Varma
- A Love Song from the North by Sarojini Naidu
- Владимир Маяковский – Помощь не придет на такой вой… (Главполитпросвет №14)
- Валерий Брюсов – Пленный лев
- salamis_quot.html
- Robert Burns: Blythe Was She:
- Николай Языков – Вот яблоки так яблоки, на славу
Some external links:
Duckduckgo.com – the alternative in the US
Quant.com – a search engine from France, and also an alternative, at least for Europe
Yandex – the Russian search engine (it’s probably the best search engine for image searches).
