Writing As A Form Of Therapy

[Appleblossom]

My dearest anchor is my son

I cannot let my fortitude slip

Wonderful poems @GonePirate

I connected with my dad about our watery sides.

He was a seaman and taught me to dive and swim.

Do you do many watery things with your boy in the reely real?

[GonePirate]

we fish and swim

but at the moment he is afraind of little boats

he only like big boats with a rail around them

I'm trying to get him out of that fear so we can hire a runabout and go proper fishing

[BlueBay]

@Faith-and-Hope This is for you 🙂

Kookaburra

There is a little kookaburra 

sitting on a tree

He loves to sing a song to me

and then I feel so free

Kookaburra sings so loud sometimes

He must know when I am down

For all I hear is the kookaburra

sitting on an old gum tree

And now with all the rain that comes

I can't hear my kookaburra's hums

But fear not for I am sure he'll be back

to sing the song and stay on track

I love my little Kookaburra

that sits on the old gum tree!!!!

[Mazarita]

Hey @GonePirate,

I relate to both of your recently posted poems.

The digital world that we are engaged in, including here, where we are anonymous, yet somehow so intimate. There is solace but there is an emptiness about it sometimes, I feel it too.

Anchors, yes. I live for loved ones and basically anyone who would miss me, even if I don't know or can't remember who they are.

[Silenus]

Hi peeps... 🙂

Just dropping a quick message to let you all know I'm okay. My lovely partner and I have been doing the tourist thing, visiting castles and Viking ship museums and cathedrals, and immersing ourselves in the culture, food and family here in Denmark...

It's just past the summer solstice here. The days are starting to get shorter, but it's a real struggle to guard my sleep and not go shooting off in bipolar nutbag-ness. The sun rises at 4:30am and sets just before 10pm. It starts getting light at 2am, and the birds wake at 2:30, and since I usually rise with the birds (bird brain that I am), it's a gentle battle to retain some small measure of my circadian rhythm...

It is what it is, though, so I'm rolling with it...

Sending pickled herring-soaked hugs to you all... 🙂

[BlueBay]

Hey @Silenus

It is sooooo good to hear from you 🙂  I have missed you.  Glad to read that you and your partner are having a good time - culture, family and food and drinks !!!!!

Take care and chat again soon. xxxooo

[Faith-and-Hope]

Thank you @BlueBay 😊

I love your kookaburra poem !!

And Love how his cheerfulness will stay with you, even in rainy times ....

I found one with blue on his wings .... like your box of blue treasures .....

💙🐚💜

Hi @Silenus

Denmark sounds soooo exciting ...... I hope I can go there one day and see the Viking ship museums and cathedrals .... but I will keep dreaming for now ......

🚣

[BlueBay]

Home alone:

Home alone tonight

things aren't looking too bright

It's cold and raining out there

I really don't care

I feel that everyone has left me

I wish that they could see

that sometimes i like to be alone

but then i hate when they go

I may as well go to bed

and get rid of the pain in my head

but who cares anyway

do they really want me to stay

I feel so destructive

is it my mind?

or am i blind?

i should be more constructive

Home alone 

i need to stay busy

or go to bed

and cry to sleep

[PeppiPatty]

so much interesting to read and write back to..........

ille get back tomorrow but Thank you all for all this writing....

@GonePirate @Mazarita @Faith-and-HopeAND PHOTOS @BlueBay @Silenus

NIGHT night everyone

this is some handsewing I do.......

[Former-Member]

Hello there @GonePirate,
please don't float away
forgive me for not checking in
i get so lost in my days
Your poems are amazing
You have i gift
This last one you gave us
Gave me a lift
Not because it edified
And i felt sad you feel this way
But because its like you opened my heart
And revealed my own heart today
So i guess, in a way, We are kindred spirits
Wading through the quagmires in life
Looking for purpose & meaning & joy
And escape mental torment & strife
So this my poem,
Gone Pirate for you
You're never really alone
We're connected, its true