Lone sail boat – Linsy Lea sailing courtesy of http://www.sailingaway.co.uk The sun beats down
on a quiet beach
As gulls call and
the sea does beseech
A lone woman and her
dog walk on by
As the gulls continue
their shrill cry
A man watches in
the calm alone
At peace here but
never at home
Everything makes sense
by the sea
He feels renewed in
his beliefs
And then he sees them
sail on by
In the distance as if
part of the sky
Closer they come,
their sails proud
Gliding silently across
the sound
Oh how he wishes to
own a yacht
To sail away from this
life and be shot
Crossing seas he’s
never been
Visiting lands he’s
never seen
Small islands with
white sands
Barely touched if ever
by human hands
Staying there for
days on end
Not for him city life
again
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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