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
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