Standing on the beach
looking out
the waves wash over my feet
as their whisper
washes over my soul
I can't remember my troubles
I forget my woes
and forgive my foes
vast
depthless
teeming with life
and
even the roughest sea
makes me calm
if I listen to the whisper
One of my favourite sounds is the sea. I find its to and fro whisper so relaxing. I'm also fascinated by its immensity and the power the moon has over it.
I actually live near the sea, with my town of Grimsby being joined with (by the crossing of a road) Cleethorpes, a typical British seaside town. The problem there is that the tide goes way out, or comes in quietly as if it knows it won't be heard over the noise of revellers from the bars and clubs, or the cars that pass close by, so it may as well stay silent. Plus, most of the people who live there are immune to its draw. It's just a part of the area that's always there so they become numb. It's in a similar vein to the wonderful countryside, full of fields, that surround us. I go to work every morning and the road cuts through it. My attention is on the road. The fields have always been there, so fade into the background and become under appreciated.
So, here's my poem about the sea and its very appreciated voice.