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Chasing Seagulls

Updated on January 11, 2017

Chasing Seagulls

Chasing Seagulls... Ryan taught me how. We'd go to the beach and I'd watch as his gaze found focus, and fell on the huddles of seagulls scattered across the sand - and off he'd go, lumbering towards them with his awkward gait. Then, as he sensed the moment about to happen, he would stop. Still. And gaze up in awe as the birds erupted into the sky, a frenzied flurry of feathers and ear piercing cries. He'd throw back his head and laugh with soulful delight, and then he'd be running again, chasing after them, calling out to them.

And so when I'm sad, I chase seagulls... and as I run towards them, scattering them among the clouds as they shriek indignantly, I throw back my head and laugh with soulful delight. And I feel Ryan alive inside me.

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      paula sapietis 6 years ago

      What a moving tribute.We so appreciated Chasing Seagulls

      at our creative writing group in Edinburgh

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      Vincent Moore 5 years ago

      Ah the beauty of the gull is a visual delight, the swirling dips and dives as they cascade and fly in the wind streams that take them on their Johnathan seagull flight. I love the sea, the sand, the salt in my nostrils and the wind on my back as I think deep thoughts to share. Beautiful prose here, you touched this poet's heart.

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      carmaluda 5 years ago from New Zealand

      ...and you have touched mine with your kind words, and for taking the time to read my writing.

      Thank you.

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