seafront

Cherry

By Mark Burrow

Mon, 13 Feb 2023
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always
people alone
watching the sea
each wave rolling in
a broken heart or dream
eyes set on the water & sky
pink sunrises. orange sunsets
they'll be down there by the shore
trying to match thoughts with feelings
lonely, they sit staring at the sky & the sea
waiting for the kind of answers that never come

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Comments

Submitted by catherine poarch on

Like this, words and shape. smiley

 

Submitted by Mark Burrow on

Thanks for reading, Catherine. Appreciated. 

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

I too like the way you've set this poem out. It's strange how we look to the sea for solutions, maybe we expect our questions to be answered on the tide.

A reflective poem indeed.

Jenny. 

 

Submitted by Mark Burrow on

Indeed. I think most of us do it. I certainly do. 

Thanks for reading, SJ. 

 

Submitted by marandina on

Wistful and your keen eye for observing those around you very much in evidence, Mark. Really nailing these poems. Paul :) 

 

Submitted by Mark Burrow on

Kind of you to say, Paul. I catch the train into London twice a week and am doing them on my phone. Makes the journey faster. 

As ever, thanks for reading. 

 

Submitted by celticman on

waves are good for the soul. 

 

Submitted by Mark Burrow on

Yep. Maybe more so from a distance. Thanks for reading, CM. 

 

Submitted by airyfairy on

Definitely nailing the poems, Mark. I love the image of the waves rolling in but never bringing those elusive answers. What very productive train journeys!

Submitted by Mark Burrow on

Thanks so much, AF. Glad you liked it!