'I want the things that exist, not the time that measures them.'

~ alberto caeiro

a poem that wasn't meant to be


watching the sun set   

drinking wine   

the three of us   talking and not talking 


the air is soft in the last light of day   

the stones of this patio

these rows of vines   the greening hills


of the earth itself   radiate warmth 

even as the air turns chilly   

the conversation is good   our friendship is good   


whatever thoughts i have will not become a poem    

i am in the moment   

replete    sated    content


no need to quantify with lines and stanzas  

but lines and stanzas come regardless


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Written on 2018-04-15 at 20:55

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Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
What a very calming poem. I enjoyed it.

Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
That's how the mind of a writer works. It isn't real until it's written.

It's one of those special, easy moments that you remember, but the poet in you puts it into your archive and shares it with us, thanks. I'm lucky enough to have some of those moments to treasure too.