A group of writers in Chichester coming together once a month for inspiration, collaboration and sensation

A Hundred Islands

A hundred islands

Need a boat to get to them

Count each one of them.


Sand between your toes

Sea is blue and crystal clear

Water is salty.


But it’s winter here

And the cars pass my window

People and their lives.


Although I’m content,

Even though the sun is out

I’m far, far away…


About mauledbypuma

5 Foot 5, Left handed, Aquarius, Human being.

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This entry was posted on March 6, 2014 by in Poetry and tagged , , , , , , .
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