Sunday, November 24, 2013

Drifters Moving Along...

                                                                          John Singer Sargent, 1889

Image: Autumn on a River (Courtesy of Tess' Mag 195)

The misty Autumn morning
With hazy clouds across drifting
A drifter comes into sight
Sheltering  under thick blankets
Nonchalantly keeping pace so slow
Drifting in an even flow

Without a care in the world…

Leisurely gaining momentum
To forget life’s many distractions
Slow inertia towards the estuary
Alone as drifters do in no hurry

Feelings shoved to the back burner
Not retaining some for any other
Letting life’s troubles undisturbed
To garner some inspirations so absurd

She drifts along…

Just as drifters who walked into saloons
Without a bother they were left alone
They could have their drinks unchallenged
Quietly by themselves and off they went

Destination unknown…..


  1. Wish if we could too drift without any worries in life's river.

  2. Just to drift away would be fun as one strolls by the bay

  3. I think it would be nice to have a leisurely afternoon to drift along like this - no cares in the world!

  4. This is up there with your best , Hank, like you know something about that beachcombing life, hey ?
    Cheers mate

  5. With soft spoken words, you completely flushed her out! Lovely!

  6. I like how the three single lines pull this together:
    "Without a care in the world...
    She drifts along…
    destination unknown"
    Alone and by themselves, they compose a haiku, or at the very least an American Sentence ( ), and capture the essence of the picture. A very lovely write.