Drifting Quietly

There are times in the month
when the moon goes soft,
her pull relaxed, diminished,
leaving the sea to drift
in a gentle whirl of sea bird
and circling weed,
a time when little moves,
gulls cry lonely and questioning,
moments to gather and reflect
on what she has given
and what may yet be born
without urging her birth
or demanding she receive our seed,
allowing her to rest
in the gentle pace of slack water
drifting quietly in shades
of grey and blue.

 

 


 


9 Responses to “Drifting Quietly”

  1. Maria Frid says:

    So very lovely, Don. I love those gentle cycles when creativity churns.

  2. David Banner says:

    Whew…this one is super rich!

  3. Marco says:

    so perfectly recognizable … Isn’t it amazing that we all know the very subtle auras you are articulating … We are all capable of perceiving vibration, but few can give it form in words as you do. Thanks bro.

  4. Christy White says:

    Just read through several of your poems and the flow/feel of them as a body of work is so beautiful and evocative. Thank you for sharing!

  5. I love these times of quiet patience, trusting “what may yet be born” while parenting what already has been.

  6. maria says:

    Love the quiet poise you convey rich with purpose.

  7. Stewart Berger says:

    Gorgeous, Don…you are the man.

  8. Robin Bryant says:

    What you have written is recognized through my heart and as it dances through my Being it becomes a part of me. Transitions in dance, to me, are the most important and exciting part of creating a new movement. It is How we get to the next move that is important. Your words describe this part of creation so beautifully. Thank you Don for creating this atmosphere for us
    to dwell in together.

  9. Bill Dare says:

    Reflective… like a reflecting pool. Love ya.

    Blessings,
    Snowy

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