Moments

The Solo:

The sun on the first morn

of sweet summer

The snap of a shutter

amidst cold blue winter

The scowl of an envious other

A smattering of scarlet freckles, tender

on skin pale and easily flush

-ed. The first word on a notebook afresh

A great novel: endless mystery page-turner.

Cold sea water

                         on warm sandy feet

The shy smile of a lover

                         between linen sheets

And the steadfast heavy gaze of kohl-ed eyes

                         as dark as the bejeweled night.

 

The string quartet:

The reciprocation of love at first sight

The softest kiss on a moonlit night

Resolution of the first fight

A punchline delivered right

 

simultaneous eruption

                                    of laughter

                                    of old friends who reignite

drawing of curtains

                                    amid applause

marvelling at the genius of the playwright

storming the streets in combined might

In protest, against the onslaught

                                     of injustice

in public, the unveiling

                                     of a masterpiece

The energy pulse palpable in a packed stadium

                                     of a million viewing

 

The humdrum of daily life is stacked with moments sublime.

each of those, stand erect and alone.

divided by distraction

invited by attention

disrupted by neglect-ion

united by feverish intention.

 

Should we not

                          nullify

thought

                         and exemplify

experience?

 



 

 

 

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