MY POEM, A KISS ON THE HORIZON
A poem,
my poem, is a
poem kiss on the horizon
a voice from red lips in
love, expectancy as time
energy the sea creates
energy, as in lovers’ dreams.
A time comes, blessed time
when a healer utters a prayer
hope grows on my knees, prayers
as red geranium hanging from a balcony
express so gratefully the feelings of their
heart, when the sea enjoys her blueness
when seagulls find their food in the sea
when the waves roll in their own happiness
here comes a time for humankind
to recover its mind, as it has always tried to do
and then waits, as sea waves move forcefully
A seagull says “Mankind urgently needs a cure,
to waken from its fever, fears, its rising heat
from bloody wars, mankind needs another peaceful dawn
a cure, multiple cures, research, even better a miracle”
a seagull says, as I blow a poem kiss to the horizon
© Roula Pollard
