Ships

All the ships were sinking,
as we walked on the sea.
There was a rainbow over head,
it was one color, light blue.
It must have meant something,
A. Rimbaud found the colors of letters;
he called o blue, green u.
All the taboos were disappearing
one by one…

As we walked on the sea,
our footsteps were appearing,
the seagulls were bringing us poems,
the clouds were obeying us,
and the earth was nervous.
With the waves,
our words were going to shores.
On the shores, people were gathering.

As we walked on the sea,
the wind was singing Pink Floyd,
the hammer sounds stopped,
no longer, the fishes would be caught.

June 2014
Brussels

Author: Yasin Ertas


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