Other

Posted on Nov 29, 2015 by emmylgant

The sun comes out and plays a little
But his heart isn’t in it
His soul is elsewhere
With other seas, other oceans
And other winds,
Other excitement and beauty.
He looks backs at known destinations
And feels spring anew.

Cold, the Med churns and bolts,
Rocks against jetties,
Rolls on dirty sand and finds solace
In ever present torn sea grass.

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Cloud watcher and dreamer sometimes wise, often foolish, but I am what I am.
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17 Responses to Other

  1. Suzanne Richmond says:
    Nov 29, 2015 at 2:10 pm

    Lovely.

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  2. AnElephantCant says:
    Nov 29, 2015 at 2:18 pm

    Beautifully written as ever, but a strangely subdued, even depressed, view of paradise, ma chère Emmy

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    • emmylgant says:
      Nov 30, 2015 at 9:39 am

      Winter light changes colours. Some things stay constant, others change. Either way things are rarely as they seem as they float in illusion.

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  3. john zande says:
    Nov 29, 2015 at 2:44 pm

    But his heart isn’t in it. Brilliant!

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  4. themodernidiot says:
    Nov 29, 2015 at 6:27 pm

    Hard when both are fighting in your head

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  5. PapaBear says:
    Nov 30, 2015 at 5:20 am

    “The sun comes out and plays a little
    But his heart isn’t in it
    His soul is elsewhere”……………, sounds like me. Been that way a lot lately ! 🙂

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    • emmylgant says:
      Nov 30, 2015 at 9:57 am

      I think it’s the onset of winter and darkness. We try to find things to do indoors that we will get enthused about but it all feels like work, doesn’t it?…
      Maybe it’s time to sit still for a bit?

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