By the sea
the urge to scream
drains away
like the tide
from the rockpools.
Of course
it will return again
but for now you can dance
above it, leap from peak
to peak, toe the harmless
puddles that remain
and smile, watching
the gulls fly abreast, in line
low across the water
like shallow-breathed search parties
combing moonlit fields
for pencil cases, schoolbooks,
underwear.
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I am a Social Worker by day and an artist/writer by night. I use the written word in an attempt to make sense of the secret worlds and dysfunctional dynamics that lurk beneath the facades of our daily interactions. I am not sure how my writing styles are characterized, nor am I overly concerned about it. I am immensely enthusiastic about music and often connect better with songs than I do people. I also have an intense appreciation for quality wines and whiskies, frequently consuming them in excess. I like things that smell good and struggle to manage the symptoms of a life-long relationship with depression. So, why "grumpygorman"? Spend some time here and find out... View more posts
