Sailing ships off Brighton Beach by Darren Greenidge Whispers carried by the sea
The breakers calling me
Instilling in me long dead belief
From this place I’ve no wish to leave
I watch the boats float on by
Overhead the seagull cry
The boats drift lazily past
I wonder where their anchor will cast?
I dream of setting sail myself
To escape my self-made hell
Casting anchor in warmer climes
Hoping to write better lines
Hard work and toil for a few short years
Will get me away from my fears
And the ocean shall be mine
New pages I shall write
I'm a thinker, listener, a "question's pretty much everything" type of person. A seeker of knowledge, always restless, yet seeks the calm in life.
I love writing in all forms and am in the process of completing a number of ongoing projects. I love the craft of writing and the possibilities it holds. A magic carpet through the mind. I love pretty much all creative arts, music, film and theatre the leading ones.
Born in Hertfordshire in England, my family Irish, Welsh and English, I currently reside in Edinburgh, in Scotland. I'm drawn to coastal and mountain regions where I like to go to think and draw inspiration from. Ireland is a place that's dear to me, and I try to get back to see family and friends as much as possible.
My interests are wide and broad, too many to mention here, but history, archaeology, criminology, music and film are just some of those things I love.
I hope you enjoy my ramblings on here as that's what they are really. I'll let my fingers do the ''talking...''
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