One from my dusty, messy archives.


Simply...Me



Long lazy shadows
Fading gently to black
To close an easy day

Where neither tragedy
Nor triumph intruded
On my quiet sense of
Being

Where mere existence was
The process and the goal
Achieved by simply
Being elementally me

Unmarred by news or world
Affaires or even hints
Of odium from elsewhere
Beyond my garden chair

Tomorrow will reveal itself
Without my preparation

Tonight I am at rest




Poetry by josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2018-11-08 at 14:58

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Thomas DeFreitas The PoetBay support member heart!
The poem makes me ask: do you know E. E. Cummings' poem "dive for dreams"? At one point in the brief piece, Cummings says "never mind a world/ with its villains or heroes." The world does do its business quite well (or quite badly) without my help. To be at rest. I felt the blessedness of the last lines keenly. Thank you for posting this poem.
2018-11-09


Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
I like this. Let the world go by without me. My wife wants to buy adirondack chairs for the backyard. I think I could live in one :)
2018-11-09


Bibek
I know the feeling. To be secluded from rest of the world and to enjoy the company of your own--it can be the best thing at times. Well-crafted, Joe.

Bibek
2018-11-08