Some Days
A seagull landed on my roof.
It looked around and around.
Doesn’t necessarily mean
it’s a lighthouse though.
Some days I’m a lighthouse.
Some days I’m the sea.
Some days I want to drown,
and I confuse myself when I float.
©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter. Image: Drowned by Vasily Perov, Original Title: Утопленница, date: 1867
It's Still Life 
16 responses to “31 May: Some Days”
Lovely light verse, and disturbing image echoing against each other.
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Thanks so much, Peter.
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Some days I crash upon the rocks
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😂 been there, too.
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One of my groans was:
– why are they called sea-gulls?
– cos otherwise they’d be bay-gulls.
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… or chip-thieving-gulls.
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My main memory of Lyme Regis!
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I love Lyme Regis!
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y. We weekended there a few times. Went fossil hunting. even found some.
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Brilliant!
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So true. We surprise ourselves constantly. Interesting (disturbing) image you chose.
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I needed an image with impact, as I felt the poem was rather blasé.
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Oh, love the role reversals here. Bravo. 👏👏
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Thank you, K ❤️
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That is wonderful Misky.
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Thanks, Vinny.
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