Piece

I was watching the sea
Still itself
Beneath the red evening sun.

The day came back to itself:
The sound below the night
Became myself breathing.

The world became
Interruption.

The wave of the moment
Crowded out
My revelry.

And I became
A piece of the world
Displacing itself.

Very nice, Pete. I get the feeling of relaxation and calming just from reading this one.

Les

Thanks, Les. Every once in a while I have a vision and writing poetry allows me a place I can share it.

amo,

Peter

how did I miss this one?? LOVE it.

Frosty,

Thanks for visiting this one. I particularly like its sentiment.

amo,

Peter

I also missed this - must have been during my anti-emule period. Glad Frosty found it to comment upoon. Good work, Peter.

Joe

Thanks, Joe. I didn't know you had an 'anti-emule period.' I can't imagine why, lol. so much that is a pain or has been distasteful has passed through this place, and yet, for me it has been a joy and 'salvation' so often. The good and the bad come together, I guess.

Cheers,

Peter