Stillness On A Swing

apathy and lethargy creep in and lay hold to our inspirations and accomplishments, strangling them with the cords of contentment. I'm not sure if its good or bad or a mixture of the two. Just the necessary flux and flow of life's tides, alternately churn

I am content beyond comfort,
satiated with satisfaction;
stillness on a swing
sewn tightly into the seams of a moment.
Hurry and worry, drama and strain spin
out past the edge of my creating.
Peace sits here,
behind the wall of trees, perched like a bird
upon aortic branches,
and sings me life.
Every hair and feather of bird and host
known and numbered, no fall unnoticed.
Stillness on a swing
toes brushing air,
heart steeped in splendor.

Reviews

[Samuel Dickens]

Funny, though, how the swing soars while you yourself do little. I'm not sure I make all the connections, but this is a nicely done poem.

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How beautifully written this is.

[wizthom]

u took me and placed me on the swing in the shade of day to take in Gods view of the world,

thank u ,for the picture ,,i needed not to read words,,master write ,,wizthom

[lady o]

Wow, this is a wonderful read.... I felt there with the speaker or the voice of the poem. It speaks to me and is peace-filled the Close is wonderful~! Excellence

[Shadows of Sight]

This was beautiful! I loved the way you wove words together in this to make such a peaceful picture, safe within it's bubble away from the chaos of life.

I love the part about "every hair and feather of bird or host" That's such a wonderfully discriptive line. I can relate to the bird part! :)

Wonderful creation!
Nature's Essence

[mysticgmekeepr]

apathy and lethargy creep in and lay hold to our inspirations and accomplishments, strangling them with the cords of contentment. I'm not sure if its good or bad or a mixture of the two. Just the necessary flux and flow of life's tides, alternately churning us and soothing us.