Drifting

drifting

drifting by AnElephantCant

drifting
floating
rocking
gently
on a raft
on the Med
in the sun
hearing
gentle
murmuring
lapping
silver waves
seeing
azure skies
tiny clouds
drifting
floating
rocking
like guesses
in shapes
elephants
rabbits and doggies
dinosaurs
careless
as in
without a care
no plan
no thought
no concern
just pleasure
perhaps
tomorrow
but no
only now
rocking
floating
drifting

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16 Responses to Drifting

  1. Penny L Howe says:

    It sounds absolutely delicious and wonderful! Beautiful written and expressed! An Elephant indeed is in his element! 🙂 xo

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  2. Al says:

    Sounds like a lovely relaxing time

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  3. I love these short line poems – I can’t write them but you can and beautifully so

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  4. I like very much the being in the moment, well done.

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  5. Anja says:

    Something different from AnElephant once more. 🙂 Enjoy the gentleness of it, and won’t mention I am jealous over here in deary rain.
    Oh am I first to comment? Prize?

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