Life in Poetry
Feb. 6, 2021
The Med is a murky, luscious, warm waterpond. Sensual, calm, easy strokescareen me round La Baie de Fourmis,body stretched, arm reach by arm reach,leg kick by leg kick, skin soothed by seaweed,even jellyfish stings seemed quite benign.A daily event which delights, invigorates,burns fat, tones muscle, cools against the Summer heat, keeps me alive.
Lovely! I can just imagine being there!
At last something to look forward to😀 I can picture the sun and feel the coolness of the water.
Thank you Peter. I too like to dwell on the positive, especially with spring and a vaccine here. Imagining swimming in the Med is perfect.
25.11 | 22:15
Grief is experience through the mundane. Simple but powerful. The accompanying image really compliments the poem.
07.11 | 11:14
A great observation! Social media can be a scary place... I also need to reduce my time there
06.11 | 16:24
A great one, Peter, in the context you describe. I don't read social media myself, I doubt my equilibrium could stand it. 'The balance of his mind disturbed' yes, I think it would be.
06.11 | 15:59
Yes, gossip is a weapon of mass destruction.
In my business as well as personal life I have zero tolerance.
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