I scream at the sea.
The sea hears me, but no reply.
She goes on, being, being the sea.
Swelling and heaving,
Crashing and sighing,
Yielding.
To rhythm.
In peace.
I stare into the waves,
The waves gaze back, but still, no reply.
She goes on, being the sea.
Swelling and heaving,
Crashing and sighing,
Yielding.
To rhythm.
In peace.
I yearn for the sea,
The sea draws me, draws me in.
I am swelling and heaving, crashing and sighing, yielding.
To the rhythm.
To the peace.
Within me.
Jayne Hazelden (age 50) Brighton
FebulousFebruary 2025: Lost and Found 
Comments on: "Day twelve" (3)
Jayne Hazelden’s beautifully musical piece
wow Jayne! powerful and gentle all at the same time.
Love the movement!