The tide comes higher, smoothing out the shore.
It crumbles shell-capped fortresses with ease;
the past day's footprints, scrawled obscenities
and lovers' names are lost for evermore.
What offerings it leaves as it retreats -
old oil drums, long-dead creatures, skeins of weed:
playthings for seagulls and that lonely breed
who pick and sift the shore for hidden treats.
Your driving waves caress away despair,
reduce the castles where I try to hide,
removing scars of half-remembered pains.
Together we examine what lies bare,
discard the dross and cherish what remains -
you are my lover, counsellor, and tide.
beuatifully expressed A favourite theme of mine The sea gives as well as takes away.Disregarding the puny powers of man but we cannot disregard the sea
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely atmospheric write Bill, you have captured the power of the sea and the stark scenery of Dinas Dinlle very well, thanks for this, 10 Lynda xx