Quiet
Living in the now
The wind and waves moan and plash,
Otherwise, it’s quiet,
It’s early in the morning,
After a cooler night.
The heat is gone; it’s traveled on,
The embers are still glowing,
The hot weather has traveled north,
Now a southerly is blowing.
In my mind, I’ve left behind,
The travel through the babble,
All is quiet and in spite,
Of thoughts, I like to dabble.
I’ve whittled off the deadwood,
And left with a green bough,
It’s called dispensing with the past,
And living in the now.
Summers almost over,
The autumn leaves will fall,
And I can hear the sound,
Of the peace dove’s call.
All is quiet in my mind,
No niggling expectations,
Just the cool soliloquy,
Pointing to new directions.
Sweet leafy lanes and refrains,
Hills bowing in the mist,
The soft dew on the grass,
That the morning’s kissed.
Let me live in peace and quiet,
Take away the noise,
Sail away on the next ship,
To the Ship Ahoy.
I’m not left in limbo,
Or leaning on a post,
I’ve opted for quiet,
Where I benefit the most.
© David Rudder
2022
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