Growing With the Sun
by Frank Watson
Sea wind dances
On my face;
The midday sun leaves
Warm kisses behind.

In the distance—
A flock of birds
Like tribal darts
Beneath the clouds.

I hear a tune
Of forgotten dreams,
The wasted desires
Of a tiny heart.

Sea waves rush over
The impoverished land;
I sit among the herbs,
Listening to seashells.

Amid the salt and mist,
There is silence;
I gaze at green sprouts
That grow in the sun.



Written in Chinese poetic style, but inspired by Pablo Neruda's "Playa del Sur"

All writings and translations are Copyright © by Frank Watson, also writing as "Blue Flute" (2011-2014).
Year: 
2013