Sun Bathing

Sun Bathing There is this brilliant gem hanging on high, radiating down upon me from a clear blue sky. It takes me back and into a time when laying in fields, on river banks was sublime. On a spit I sit, going around, browning under the sun. Not a care, a worry, no obligations – there are none as I read history, of the future and contemplate, what is it that Nostradamus, predicts as our fate ? Being showered upon by shades of soft, pink flakes, flowered blossoms light as spring air, no mistakes by Mother Nature, on her journey – brought down by springs cool breezes that keep blowing around, kissing, glistening, crystal spheres, upon a body browned by the noon hour sun, making the hour feel so good as all of life’s moments, upon this plane, should. I lay here, absorbing the waves of musical sound. Music has been, is, and will always be my companion until a time when we become a part of the All, to champion that which lays among the essence of another plane that will carry us beyond all of our todays pain . That plane, the beginning and never ending sojourn that takes us around and around, our souls to turn into a part of the whole, a place we will never yearn to depart from, never again needing to know concern. B. J. “A ” 2 April 26th 2005

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Mahtab Bangalee

Date: 9/24/2018 12:05:00 AM

nice description within poetic diction- "Music has been, is, and will always be my companion, until a time when we become a part of the All, to champion"

William J. Jr. Atfield
Date: 9/24/2018 9:41:00 PM

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Wm. J. Atfield Jr. bja2mgmenter@gmail.com Monday September 24th, 2018, 7:41 PM Thank you MAHTAB BANGALEE for stopping by, visiting my site and expressing your opinion along with your understanding . As Always B . J. “ A ” 2 (( Bill . ))

Ralph Sergi

Date: 9/14/2018 3:15:00 PM

Hi William: Thank you for bringing me into your world of poetry. I loved the way you gave such dalliance to Mother Nature and look forward to reading your beautiful prose Ralph

William J. Jr. Atfield
Date: 9/14/2018 6:55:00 PM

No !!!, Ralph Sergi, “ Thank you for bringing me into your world of poetry .”, thank you for stepping into my site and finding something worthy and of interest to you in my stuff . Most kind of you “ look forward to reading your beautiful prose ”, Ralph . I have to admit my short comings Ralph, “ I seldom find a moment in my ten to twelve hour days, where I am able to just sit in contemplation of others works !!!, not even my own !!!, not even when answering the comments and praise I receive, other than occasionally, just to get an understanding of what folks like yourself are talking about ”. As Always Bill .

Mayur Choudhari

Date: 9/14/2018 11:29:00 AM

Ohh this is an amazing peice. Paints before a sublime and serene picture. Thanks for this wonderful write.

William J. Jr. Atfield
Date: 9/14/2018 1:27:00 PM

Thank you Mayur Choudhari , “ Ohh this is an amazing peice. ” for the lovely comments “ Thanks for this wonderful write. ” and for stopping by and paying a visit . As always Bill .

Phyllis Hilenski

Date: 9/14/2018 9:29:00 AM

You brought me into your world with your lovely taste of description. I could be you, and what a wonderful life that would be. Thank you, good job

William J. Jr. Atfield
Date: 9/14/2018 1:23:00 PM

Thank you Phyllis Hilenski, for stopping by, visiting my site and “ good job ”. Thank you for taking my journey with me “ You brought me into your world with your lovely taste of description. ”. As for “ I could be you, ”, not necessarily a good idea, for my life has been and is one tumultuous rollercoaster ride !!! As always Bill .

Kp Nunez

Date: 2/6/2015 11:01:00 PM

Ah, but isn't it lovely and quite blissful to be just laying under the sun, listening to your favorite music, reading one more from your creative list? Especially after a rat-race week...sweet peace! From your pen flows such laconic and languid write, sire..Lazily resting smiles from the land of thousand isles...:D Kim

Timothy Emmons

Date: 1/28/2015 8:54:00 PM

Laying in the sun feeling the warmth and having the time to contemplate all, glorious that would be. I really enjoyed your poem

William J. Jr. Atfield
Date: 1/29/2015 1:48:00 PM

though it has been something that you have denied yourself ??? If that is the case Timothy, I am sorry that you haven’t taken that opportunity, for it is heaven to lay under the sun in your birthday suite and let the universe in. It is not too late Timothy, and at seventy two, I am inclined to do so again should the opportunity present itself . Anyway Timothy Emmons, thank you for the visit, the comment and for enjoying my stuff . I have enjoyed all six of your listed poems. Does this mean that you have just found your voice ?, or is this just the first time you have put it out there ? B. J. “A” 2 ( Bill . )

William J. Jr. Atfield
Date: 1/29/2015 1:47:00 PM

Hello Timothy Emmons : Ah yes Timothy, “ Laying in the sun feeling the warmth and having the time to contemplate all, ” those were the days !!! Unfortunately, not been doing so for a number of years now. How “ glorious that would be. ”, yes my man, it was, form southern Ontario, to Florida, from Mexico to California, from Hawaii, to the Oregon coast, from British Columbia, back to Ontario and then to the bad lands, the canyons , and back to B. C. All, done under the sun in a Thunder Bird convertible, upon a motorcycle in southern Ontario and upon the lands of each place mentioned and more. “ glorious that would be. ”, reads as