Blossoms billow in slow-motion Tender petals sigh to the ground Cushioned upon a sunny breeze And fat bees and lazy bluebottles Are snoring gently Bouncing softly From bloom to gorgeous bloom Glad-ragged and gleaming In their gaudiest glory And neon dragonflies drone Adding to the sonerous chorus As they skim a sweltering pool Where carp break the surface Idly basking in the heat There is a blackbird clarinetting From the top of a nearby tree And high-summer aromas Pervade the shimmering air And, just for this moment Time itself stands still
This poem reveals a lot of movement, albeit tranquil - but alive, and rolling. There's slow motion blossoms; a breeze carrying petals; there's bouncing; skimming; sound waves travelling... But then Time stands still. I like the contrast, and how you delivered that. It seems to bring the reader to an invitation: "Have you considered Time but a concept, also? And that it may be suspended?"
Posted 9 Years Ago
9 Years Ago
thank you, charlie. i'm grateful as always for your consideration. days like that are pretty rare in.. read morethank you, charlie. i'm grateful as always for your consideration. days like that are pretty rare in my part of the world and all the more precious for that.
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