I am watching the children
And hearing their parents tell them
Not too close to the edges.
And don’t disturb the fishermen
They don’t listen, they’re having fun
Thinking about nothing
Forgetting what they’ve done
I am watching the fisherman
Walking to the end of the pier
Getting wet by the waves
A seagull’s screaming in his ear
He doesn’t mind if the fish don’t bite
Thinking about nothing
Even if it takes all night
I am watching all the boats
Seeing people enjoying the sun
Sitting on the afterdeck
Their holidays have just begun
The first day of their autumn break
Thinking about nothing
Staring at the wake
And I
I am sitting on some rocks
listening to the sea
And the sea is listening to me
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Author:
Settes (
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- Comment from author about the poem: For this poen I was inspired by a painting by a friend of mine.
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Comments2
In this poem everyone is pursuing their own thoughts with disregard to all around them except at the end where the sea becomes the listener. Very nicely turned in this poem. Well done
Hi Sorenbarrett. Thank you for your kind words.
You are most welcome
From observer to confessor yes - but the sea has so much more depth... (no humour intended) than the ways of humans.
(Mention of piers reminds me of my childhood ,by the way..)
You can always share your confessions with the sea. She is a patient listener and doesn't tell anyone.
'Think you are absolutely right.
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