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......

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.

Well said Josephus & Ashe.

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.