Quiet Complation

Brook molten mercury,
perfumed wood smoke
sun kissed skin,
thoughts clamouring for attention,
smoke billows and drifts,
a father whistles an unknown melody,
exercise class contorts and walks
trees bow, daffs bob,
I'm here,

Poetry by shells
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Written on 2016-05-10 at 19:04

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
How beautiful. It oozes deep existentialism as well as poetic art.

This is very enjoyable, shells. I love all the little details that create and complete the poem, the sights, smells and feelings that draw me in, wishing to follow the smoke and to try to place that unknown melody. Applause!

one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
You and my buddy Han Shan find yourselves in the moment, unthinking, yet there is no stopping the images and sensations that touch your senses, and tweak your poetic sensibility ("Brook molten mercury").

What this poem lacks is judgment, and that is precisely what makes it worthwhile as an "in the moment" poem.

Bookmarked for posterity.

Them images paint a picture I'll have to contemplate on for a while. Dank poem though

Ivan R
Deep and beautiful