Sailing, I am… – Promote Yourself
That's all about: A Cap Jib: in the brisk," Avoir le vent-en-poupe", in French _a jib set on a stay to a bowsprit cap, astern._Dictionaries
I am thirsty for words At the sole thought of writing I cuiver When I dip my quill in the inkwell, I chiver Off the safe harbor I leave For when I put pen to paper, It's like riding a wave Standing on a deck onboard holding a sail, Facing the grand large, saddling the wind All the frigates, all the boats, all the yachts The goelands, and the seagulls, in my thoughts. The Islands, and the seven seas, the seashore The gulf I need to drop my anchor All the words I need to write, Under the sheltering skies They parade on a blank page, for your eyes only. When I write, it's what I see, I'm lonely The ocean is my deck in the open, Sailing I am, writing is my way With words painting them often
So, Sailing I am, off the safe harbor Have you ever felt the brisk on you face, the sun burning your skin, the specks of sea-salt in your hair. And its taste on your cracked lips; Off the Grand Large, the offing is bleeding, It's saying it low can't you hear it? _I'm calling you. At a distance, a boat, Had blown her toot. Sailing is in the air The ocean crushing at your feet, standing still on the seashore His ebb and flow, Has skimmed his batter in begging you. can't you see it! What's the matter with you? what are you waiting for_ If chance was given to me, to love again I would love have been a skipper, Better than that, I want no more From sailing away I won't refrain I thrill at thought of sailing again
“So throw off the bowlines, and Sail away from the safe harbor.” _Mark Twain
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