Late Afternoon

There is no pathos in the air
Water birds sing to themselves
Nothing is said
The day is for listening

The day is for listening

And so is the night. Good one, Pete.


Les

Thanks, Les.

Of all the things that are, or could be, "in the air" on a given afternoon, why pathos? Curious...that's all.



Joe

Joe,

I'm contending with a bit of melancholia, so pathos seemed perfectly natural as an element of the air I breath these days.

cheers,

Peter

Well, perhaps this will cheer you up, Peter. This is an excellent poem, capturing your mood perfectly in its brevity.

Joe

Thanks Joe, on both counts.

amo,

Peter

We have 2 ears for 1 mouth. It's to listen twice more than to speack. Let it be. Don't be afraid.

geraldo,

I hear you.

Peter