The cold north wind blows her hair
Pounding waves crash the air
She stands alone, looking out to sea
A girl! in abject misery
She cries the tears of love 's sad song
'Why me O Lord! did i do wrong?
Her collar turned against the cold
As flooded memories unfold
Her tears, are swallowed by the raging sea
This place she goes for her sanity
Her eyes are red, her nose is sore
As she walks aimlessly by the shore
Its done her good, she needed to vent
Now all her tears have been spent
She tilts her head, bids the sea adieu
Her place of refuge, Seaton Carew
A place of refuge is a home where our heart resides...Nice written poem woven with great imagery and nice flow of words and rhymes...10+++
Bob, I can identify with this well written poem, at times we all need a place of refuge a place to hide and think how we can make life a little better. Bob
'Her tears, are swallowed by the raging sea'.. very nicely put... Wise is one who can find the time to unveil, shed the inner torments of the day.. Peel off the stress.. I have at times been surrounded in a crowd and yet have felt so sadly alone.. yet at other times have been confined to pure solitude and have felt most accompanied.. Never lose sight of your personal refuge.. enjoy your walk: D A fantastic write!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very fine poem, Bob. I've often felt that the secret of the sea's soothing is that its depths are as hidden as ours are. A mirror of sorts, but with a restless surface. Really enjoyed this one.