The Hammock

by Paige   Mar 13, 2007


Seventy Degrees
A gentle, warming breeze
A perfect afternoon
Reposed between the trees

No thoughts, No words, No Worries
Just slight motion; very slow
I hear the sound of only wind
Swaying me to and fro

Floating on a cloud
Beneath a cloudless sky
Engulfed in my tranquility
As the afternoon swings by.

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  • 17 years ago

    by Michelle

    I love this. It's one of those simply written but also simply better poems. I love the depiction of such a peaceful moment and the beauty within something so little as a minute slowed down in a gentle breeze. I especially enjoyed the last stanza.
    Lovely read

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