La mer insensible à froid

*The cold unfeeling sea

I cried to the sea all my sorrows
But it took little notice of me
For tears and moans is all it's known
Wind and rain: what I am to the sea

Author's Note

Inspired by a french poem I once heard recited.
Cannot recall the name or anything other than it was about crying and the ocean.


p.s
I have since learned that a better title for the poem is actually "Le froid, la mer insensible". However I am too fond of the current (erroneous) title to switch, and this is just a shout out to the beautiful french-speaking people who have no doubt noted my lax translation skills. I try my best. ^-^

Reviews

[Marie Anzalone]

I forget what culture it is that believes the Atlanitc Ocean holds all the world's sorrows. Others believe the Pacific holds the world's memories such that we may forget. I certainly believe that North Atlantic holds the memories of the countless thousands she took, indifferently, over the years. Why should something so vast take any notice of one of us at all? Yet, when I visit her, I feel my sorrows being absorbed into her depths, destroyed by her waves. She doesn't care that I am there, nor does she mourn my leavetaking when inland I must go. Your poem tugs at these feelings for me. My only suggestion is check grammar in the third line; doesn't quite sound right, and shouldn't its be "it's"?

[JC]

what am i to the sea...so much depth could be culled from so few words, those illuminating moments, lucid and raw, where emotions roar in turmoil, and in that moment you penned something brilliant. i am a fan.

[AtticusBlack]

I don't know why but this had quite a profound effect on me haha, I always think about how insignificant things seem in the grander scheme, and this just completely sums it up for me!

[cest la vie]

Haunting and Beautiful, Vesa Lee
:)

[Su' Nacnetaf]

Nostalgic and beautiful.