a precise image
caught in the flash of memories
there isn't anything gradual
a breathe of a moment
lights up in an instant
solemn yet effervescent
blindly I follow its chaotic path
a photograph, few words-
embroidered tapestry
knowing not what,
I abandon it,
giving in to sheer glee of that.
a poignant or pleasurable moment;
you decide.
26 comments:
Well, you were missed last week. And this flows so very well. Welcome back.
what a beautifully flowing poem! :) nicely written!
Excellently done, as always.
You took the words and made them yours in the best of ways
What a lovely poem! I love your take on the words.
Phew, pleasurable for me, when I catch your image in my memory!!
<3
Beautifully written! I enjoy your poetry.
Words beautifully woven together shout to tell me that it has been a pleasurable moment.. decision to say so may be mine but you know it..
I like this a lot...the giving in to the moment was just a perfect image.
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wonderful.
as always its such a pleasure reading your work.
Well written. I've not played 3ww for some time, until a few days ago. I remember your writing from when I was active. I'm going to try to be more regular on 3ww now. :-)
I've had that quick, dissem bled memory, and it hurts...love how you wrote it
I like the way you take pleasure out of discarding the thought.
wonderful emotion and Nowness - I have just discovered your poetry and consider it a memorable and lucky day when I did
What a great subject to highlight, and you did it so beautifully. Nice job.
It's sad to let go of the past but pleasurable, too, because it's not the present. It's done and gone, usually, thank god!
Nice one! Photographs can bring back such a mixture of feelings.
This reminded me of Phil Larkin. Good flow of words.
provocative piece - love the glee of abandonment!
Yes! Precise images make up my memory, too. You put it perfectly.
brilliant one... beautifull
I like the last five lines very much.
Best wishes
Ralf
Oh, it's those "precise" images that are so breathtaking, eh? Well done.
Okay, first reading I thought it was aboot a photograph,
second time I realize it is a memory that pops in your head out of the blue..
third reading, it appears that you are trying to make the connections and understand where and why 'it' appeared... but you give up because you'd need to go over everything that you saw and read throughout the entire day.
Am I warm?
Could accompany so many images or artworks.
the flow is drowning :)
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