Oh Not To Be A Seagull

Surucipe

I like to sit in my boat and just breathe,

Floating soundly in the dock,

Watching the seagulls swarm around insignificant pieces of discarded bread.

 

I’m at ease because I can watch from afar,

Nothing more than a spectator of the chaos,

Far from entangled in the pursuit to be the head of the colony.

 

All that commotion for a scrap of bread,

I won’t ever understand it,

I’m not convinced they do.

 

Though I’m sure they eat handsomely, the seagulls,

They always seem to want more,

Their greed unchallenged by a limit.

 

Back on the boat I have everything I need;

The fire is warm and the beer is cool,

Fresh tales await me at the turn of a new cover.

 

I’m content here,

Though I don’t own much of the world,

And I haven’t ever yearned for opulence.

 

I just wish for the minor fragments I need and long for,

And as penury obstructs so many from this,

I’d rather feed them than serve my devil.

 

I don’t think I’d like to be a seagull,

Flying high looks bliss but it isn’t imperative to being free,

And racing for bread doesn’t suit me.

 

Just see me to my boat and you’ll find me somewhat appeased,

At peace,

In an uncomplicated paradise.

  • Author: Surucipe (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 18th, 2021 12:05
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Comments2

  • Doggerel Dave

    Great read! And you continue to be 'content here' Tuned into that stanza completely, nicely framed by the rest of the piece.

    • Surucipe

      Thanks so much, really glad you enjoyed it.

    • L. B. Mek

      'All that commotion for a scrap of bread,
      I won’t ever understand it,
      I’m not convinced they do.

      Though I’m sure they eat handsomely, the seagulls,
      They always seem to want more,
      Their greed unchallenged by a limit.'
      (so insightful
      it's verging: on that cyclically prophetic
      of all-things
      ancestrally bequeathed - pulsating hematic...)
      Brilliant!

      • Surucipe

        Thanks so much for your feedback, really happy you liked it.



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