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Headed to a ball Of beauty And disbelief-- Pleasure being grown From the root of every feet. Driving in my truck, I act out fantasies within my head Of the life that lay ahead; Smiles and laughs Within a building of achievement-- Looking for a moment to share With someone who cares. ! A bird darts in front of my vehicle, His wings and dilemma Occupy me And he's gone... What a moment-- Damn thing was almost ended Getting in the way Of my progress. Now, Where was I? |
It really is something, isnt it, to recognize a moment for what it really is? Most times, I feel, we get so caught up in what we are doing or what has just been done, we fail to understand each significant moment as it passes by. Here you have related a simple, sincere moment, but to stop and think it over, to appreciate or regret it, makes it complicated, makes it worth telling someone about, writing it down on paper. Slow, pure moments make fine poetry. The thoughts of which make great poetry. I enjoyed reading the poem. Tony | Posted on 2009-01-09 00:00:00 | by nwproud | [ Reply to This ] | |