“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
Showing posts with label moment. Show all posts
Showing posts with label moment. Show all posts
Thursday, October 17, 2019
Currency
If taking time
or stealing a moment away
is a luxury
interest grows only with age
invested in decadence
a mass
of intangible
wealth...
There is always more work
to be done,
and not being done
is a better way-
let us never finish
before we have spent
our Time
as if it were all we had
with Us.
Image credit info: Snyder, Frank R. Flickr: Miami U. Libraries - Digital Collections [Public domain].
Sunday, September 15, 2019
Light-years
The mid-September moon
rests its heavyset bulb over in the West,
while the new days sun
stirs behind the
Eastern shoulders.
The sky mixed the lights
just so-
-no conclusions could be made
mid-stroke.
What feels inexplicably
right about certain alignments
gives us false hope
that the observer ultimately
affects changes.
There is more in a moment
to grasp
than our primal hands
can hold onto.
The season changes
its mind-
even if,
the movements
were always the same
-the differences became too small
to notice
the rate of spin
unravels
in astronomical units.
Painting by George Hemming Mason, 'Harvest Moon' , c.1872.
Saturday, June 8, 2019
B4 PM
Before private messaging
there were the numbers
on the clock
And those moments
were magical
when we could predict
(make occur)
the future
with its interminable revelations
And knew
All Souls
past by-when it began
its first
Revolution.
There were many times
All numbers
changed what they meant
and how they appeared
in passing.
Artwork by John Singer Sargent [CC0] in Public Domain.
Friday, February 3, 2017
Is this bliss?
Fleeting moment to
day to pass by happenstance
and happen to say
Painting By Daderot (Own work) [Public domain or CC0], via Wikimedia Commons.
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