Swinging gently in my hammock on the stern deck of Odissea, our Ketch, daydreaming...


Suspended Animation

Lazy day and speckled water
With a wandering curious mind
There is nothing I am seeking after
This afternoon of a gentle kind

My hammock swings mast to stern
Itís motions from windís come and go
I rock in time to natureís churn
My self submerged in Zephyrís flow

Suspended in this rolling air
I question whether timeís expanse
Pertains to this ethereal faire
This quiet moment of timeless trance




Poetry by josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2018-02-10 at 18:35

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John holliday
Reading your words gives a real sense of being at one......
2018-02-12


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Well done. I'd say that the trance is timeless. Unfortunately, when you come out of it, you'll be forced to play catch-up.
2018-02-12


Helen Paquin The PoetBay support member heart!
Well said Josephus & Ashe.
2018-02-11


Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
Your last stanza makes one think about a time when life is appreciated for just what it is. The poem is all peace and contentment. A real beauty.
Ashe
2018-02-10