Moments

What determines the power of a moment,

How some are lost in memory, and others ever present.

In a hello they're yours, just as swift they breathe their leaving.

Your heart rendered to inevitably ponder alternate endings.

What magic is in a touch that awakens my heart to remember

The moments that should've never come, and those I long to relive a thousand times over.

I know not why with open hands I still so fiercely clutch.

I know little of what I hope to. What I feel is already too much.

Reviews

[Adam Adams]

"How some are lost in memory, and others ever present... "

i like this line very much. it deeply touches my soul, & makes me sayin' that even the world's "being" so sunk in such moments. yes, i admit, we choose to live in past rather breathing in present, cause... present is simply a shadow of past that's keep inflicting us all with something belonged to dark. and in b/w that, we must learn the most valuable lessons of life before it reaches end. another very deep and philosophically thought-provoking poetry you've come up with. you sound like a spiritual madame who steps down the stairs of nirvana to cuff this world, & lead humanity once again right.

wish if it could possible happen. someone must have stepped down from eden to lead this world right to the shine of lights once again, but it's all ruined now -- the world's untaught, & never ever will get back to its track neither has it ever been thought.

anyways, lovely write. you really make your readers think! keep writing!

[Tate Morgan]

Angst for the moments we have missed and those we wish w had.Hmm. I have many as you seem to as well

[ChristianM]

Wow. Stellar poem. Hiit me at my core, and I know it does for many others. If I actually knew how to explain why this poem is awesome I would say, but I'm not good with the technical stuff. Great poem.