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North Berwick

  (Dedicated to Carl and Joanne Edwards on the birth of their son Thomas)

Once again the sea
infers itself, like tinnitus,

on me. The wet
patch on my arse,

from the bench that I sat upon,
gives no discomfort or remorse.

Acceptance; that overwhelmingness. And I
am contented to let

the sea into me. And I
could drown in this life. And I

could drown in this land and
in the seafaring tales that I am told.

Author notes

Published in 'The Word' issue 2 March 2009 (Liverpool Abstinance magazine).

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  • SadmanJim
    April 27
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    and another life bobs up from the sea of humanity... and perhaps this child will be the one. Every child is another chance for humanity to "get it right". Congrats to your friends [or relations], congrats to you for publication, and for being "featured". I am most thankful for the latter, otherwise I may never have been touched by this, a truly beautiful, meaningful poem.

    Write On!
    jIM


  • crivanea silver member
    April 27

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    wow...i'm not sure what to say...there seems to be so much in this poem. It reminds me of childhood fantasy...the seafaring tales ...the house by the beach..the mysterious lighthouse and the sound of the waves...its very beautiful...your poem is like the sea..mysterious and delightful...tempting and powerful...very nice

  • oldpoets
    April 26

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    I lived on the beach for a few years. Your experience is indeed profound. I can relate to your words very well. Great work.


  • awannabepoet
    April 26

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    We are but water beneath the surface and with the currents we must flow never a master always in awe of the overwhelming power of life.


  • individuality gold member
    April 26

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    a good piece of poetry that flows with grace along the curves of reality and life - 'tinnitus' i was just watching something the other week on that. the damp life moments on the back of pants, we have all been there with that. perhaps we are all drowning in life, we surface here and there and splutter a wave across to other personalities then go under again. the rippled effect of humanity, a life emerges from life in the sea of smiles and frowns.

  • Hungry Joe
    April 26
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    Abstinance magazine? Sounds a riveting read...

  • Rowan gold member
    April 22

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    I can see why this was published, when's the book?
    Who hasn't sat on a beach, wet-ass, and the acceptance there-of, and more. lol.
    Exceptional ending.

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