A Night On The River. Poem by Geoffrey Fafard
A Night On The River.
A humid breeze was there.
It is getting warm again in the tropics
Sticky with March flies and Mozzies
My M and M's
The night sucks the life out of the day
The river is quiet, almost moody
Red eyes open stealthily
The tide is on the rise, moon on the wane
You need to be aware and watch for movement
Because every manner of thing
Is waking for the long night ahead
You would need a big screwdriver
To pry me out of here
It is what I do
What I yearn.
wonderfully written, , state of nature and psyche, interwoven and by their singular capacities is wonderful. night sucks life out of day. river is silent and moody. Nature as seen by mind.in what significant ways does it broker peace, in multivarious ways.
Thank you so much Upendra for your words of support. They are very much appreciated.Cheers, Geoffrey.
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5/1/2024 4:17:30 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Hi Geoffrey, thank you for taking me there with you. One has not lived until tasting one of those M and M's.
You are welcome John.... You are right about the M & M's...Ha ha.. Bloody Tropics eh...Cheers Mate and thanks for your thoughts. Geoffrey.