happenings after noon

happenings after noon

A Poem by daniel lee johnson
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just a few observations of the day

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trapped in an eternal afternoon
quiet and still
nothing hardly moves
except for the trees
shrugging off the breeze


insects hang suspended
sparkling motes of the generous sun
reflecting in the light swimming
in the ocean of the sky
to them the air is like water


the random flight of birds
like my thoughts
move to the pulse of the winds
bringing their shadows to my eyes
and their music to the air


but time is never wasted
because the afternoon is eternal



happenings after noon (c) 2015dlj

© 2015 daniel lee johnson


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This is the second poem of your's I've read. The clarity of your thought and images expressed in words is captivating, thoroughly relatable. Then on another level, it's like asking: "How deep is the universe?" Very nice.

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

daniel lee johnson

9 Years Ago

Roarke I am new on here and would appreciate if you would send me a friend request> I like you revie.. read more
i just really like your random thoughts and how they collaborate into some colorful insights on life.

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

daniel lee johnson

9 Years Ago

I have always wondered how that happens> I guess below the thresh hold of my mind. That is a powerfu.. read more
Nice poem.I especially like lines 11 to 15. Time is eternal and yet every moment is there for our gratitude. I like the way you bring out that fact in your poem. Good writing!

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

daniel lee johnson

9 Years Ago

Thanks so much for the compliments> I like those lines too!! My heart smiles that you like my poem .. read more

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Added on April 20, 2015
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Tags: poetry, afternoon, wasted time