Sea Shanty Sonnet
Riding the waves of life ...
No mourning for a sad life left behind
No looking back to view its frothing wake
I catch the wind in optimistic sails
and flee past traumas bubbling salted rage.
*
My hands clench tight to steer the conning helm
White knuckles riding galloping seahorse waves
New worlds await my presence, other realms ...
A future filled with love and faerie tales.
*
Approaching land, excitement fills the air
No jagged rocks to spoil my future plans
I let the anchor fall without a care
then swim for shore to finally make a stand
*
My new life on this island has arrived
I will cherish every day until I die.
About the Creator
Simon Aylward
Undiscovered Irish Playwright and Poet - Seeker of eternal youth - Wannabe time traveller and believer in spiritual energies - Too many books to read, not enough time!
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