The sea takes a swig at me.
I rise and fall,
naughty waves tickle my belly unashamedly,
then slap me in the face.
Dreams sting forever.
I like it rough.
I breathe freedom
sandwiched between elements,
a traveller,
bobbing for adventure,
not meant to be anchored, chained.
Let me be.
Britta Benson is a happiness & poetry blogging, circus skills instructing German, a writer, performer and linguist thriving in Scotland, her chosen habitat since the year 2000. She runs a creative writing group and writes a daily blog, Britta’s Blog – Letters from Scotland brittasblog422041504.wordpress.com as well as the poetry blog, Odds & Ends oddsends707138946.wordpress.com. She also stares out of her window a lot and drinks far too much tea.
Whispers and Echoes 
It’s a wonderful one, Britta. Congratulations! 🙂
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Thank you so much, Terveen! Much appreciated.
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This evokes memories of dinghy sailing and also of swimming in rough seas. Marvellous!
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Thanks so much, Peter.
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I love, love, love the defiance of the piece. Let me be! Beautiful…
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