All day I hear the noise of waters
Making moan,
Sad as the sea-bird is when, going
Forth alone,
He hears the winds cry to the water's
Monotone.
The grey winds, the cold winds are blowing
Where I go.
I hear the noise of many waters
Far below.
All day, all night, I hear them flowing
To and fro.
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Fantastic hallucination appearing from the soul indeed. Actually philosophy guides us sometimes to live on subconscious, perhaps. Flowing Water is the symbol of ceaseless life-force. The man or any artist who can touch this soil by his meditation.... this can happen to a personality, perhaps.....I feel it's a su-real writing. Good post...................................Pranab k c
Interesting rhyme scheme. I may give it a go. I doubt it's surreal. He lived in Ireland.
If this post is not clear, I meant that it seems a straightforward depiction of the Irish Atlantic coast.
I hear it, or the rain, even FX, is better than none. We are water made mysterious curiously experience into existence.
All day I hear the noise of waters Making moan, Sad as the sea-bird is when, going Forth alone, He hears the winds cry to the water's....... Beautiful
making moan lol awkwardness