Time Out

I have chosen to sit on my porch this morning,
Reading, not the news, but the rise of the sun,
The sway of the leaves in the breeze. I hear
Bird calls, not voices. I see people walking
Their dogs, and I wonder about this tranquility.
Can it persist? How far does it range? What
I read indicates that, in much of the world,
Violence is constant, cruelty crushes the spirits
Of millions, billions perhaps, and people don't
Eat. They have nowhere to live. Which is real?
For the moment, tranquility is, and I plan to
Sustain it. I stay on the porch, pledging, one
Day, to rejoin the fray.




Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2021-05-12 at 13:59

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F.i.in.e Moods The PoetBay support member heart!
Your words send my thoughts to how it's hard to find balance between the happy and pleasant of life vs. the horrors that coexist in the same breath. The art of letting go and staying in the moment is a great challenge... seems it was achieved for this moment. I particularly liked L2, reading the rise of the sun strikes a nice picture in my mind. Always enjoy your writing, thanks.
2021-05-14


josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
Your perceptions serve you well Larry. We all need rest and tranquility to recharge so we can “once more into the breach dear friends” well written with brilliant balance.
2021-05-12