In the wake of my piece about the little cliff top house overlooking the Irish Sea, I wrote the following poem for a small poetry group of which I am a member. It evokes for me a time when I would stare far out to sea, gathering my thoughts and trying to make some sense of 'it all'. My poem seemed to strike a chord with a number of readers in the poetry group and so I am including it here on my blog too..... I sit and face the mournful sea it doesn't seek to comfort me. The rolling waves are filled with sadness, sure to drive a man to madness. Reluctantly I turn around and head on back to higher ground to where I find my lowly bed, a place to rest my weary head. A fitful sleep with broken dreams until the early sunlight streams in through my thoughts to waken me - and once again I hear the sea. And now it sings a different song, it urges me to move along; caressing me it seems to say it's time to start another day. (c) Jason Endfield 2016
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