This little fleeting fleck of time we share
Suspended breath caught in frosty air
The Morning Glory trumpets the dawn
But withers and wilts by late afternoon
And we too are but a sigh of a moment
Lost in the passing wind sojourned
A momentary glint in Nature’s eye
We carry our burden of ephemerality
Like a Mayfly circling its solitary day
We flutter and flap between birth and
Death our little gains and tiny failures
Buried in the deep earth of nothingness.
Round and round the seasons blink
See the corn turn gold from green
Touch the silent river eddies
Twisting down to the brawling sea
The surging marauding bully surf
Molesting the stubborn granite rock
These primordial foes will never chime
Trapped between lightening and thunder
Their tussle is the earth’s oldest paradigm
And we in our little moment stand small
On the shifting sands all our endeavours
Are dissolved by the folding waves of time.
Although I cannot hear your sound,
I feel you must be hanging 'round
as I grow old.
I can't fool myself or pretend.
You don't compromise or bend
when it's time for me to end.
Why are you so cold?
You're like a woman in a fantasy
I think about but never see.
Through hardship and strife,
at times you offered me relief,
escape from pain and grief,
and though you're a heartless thief,
you wouldn't take my life.
The time, now near, I have no choice,
I listen, but I don't hear your voice,
lying quiet and still.
Will you inundate me with fear
or comfort me like a teddy bear?
I only feel, as I disappear,
a momentary chill.
fleeting memory of you
one fateful encounter
you are my muse
a solace in that moment
standing across the road
our roads will never cross
you see I'm a "sad amorist"
i will always say, "our stars will never align"
i will paint my knuckles red
just for a glimpse of you
but scared of the thought
you belong to someone else
I'll leave a letter at your door
my idea of you will never fade
my ink for you will never run dry
it's a letter that i will never fly
There are some things
you can only sing
but never say
There are some things
given out but once
in the foray
There are some things
that the world lays claim
and takes its due
There are some things
past the cloud of time
you must pursue
Living on the edge
is sharper
cut or not
Dying for that
final answer
knowing what
Praising what the mob
is damning
come what may
Loving what the
moment seizes
— counterplayed
(Dreamsleep: August, 2024)
Sunlight tumbles
over an open window,
then swallow-dives
into a silver kitchen sink.
Fractals of reflected iridescence
dance over China plates.
A surface tension
between a faucet and a drop of water
creates a solar flare
within its liquid release.
I imagine a mighty splash,
picture an arching rainbow
cresting over high waves.
Buoyant beams
spill over the glinting rim
of a breakfast spoon.
Lately things change rapidly, as if the world is spinning...
Everything is momentary, one thing to the next
Working hard to survive the hurdles that continue,
since a whirlwind of disruption uprooted my life
I still see a beautiful sunset or special clouds pass by
All the while I battle roadblocks that appear in my way
Each thing is momentar,y, a hurdle or a beauty
I can only make the best of it, moving on my way
I hope, I try, I seek patience and keep on going
For this is all I can do, in this momentary life I live
Heidi Sands
8/7/24
(C)opyright
today’s forest is silent
then I hear a weird clicking noise
I follow the sound to a tall walnut tree
scan it but see nothing
the clicking stops
I turn and it starts again
a shy bird?
I look from branch to branch
whatever is here is hidden
a dark flying shadow on the ground gets my attention
I look up
wing span says hawk or eagle
it is gone in no time
a loud crow dips down from a cloud
his annoying caw sounds like wha wha wha
four smaller birds take off
the forest is teeming with life and sounds
her silence was momentary
Invigorating rock and roll shakes the morning air
Bandsmen play Comanche, on the marble stairs
People that I used to know, tap their feet and smile
Iron curtain rusty folds melt down for a while
Can’t define now what it was, the end, or the beginning
Not a lot to comprehend left in underpinning
Reasons come and reasons go, morning sun goes high
To obscure in a glow of the springtime sky.
In late April, once it was, nobody remembers
How it came, and how it went, like the dying embers
I shall not return to dust, but I’ve no idea
If the others will, or must humbly disappear.
I’m a momentary blast of the past time air
And it happens now, until I’m no longer there.
Perhaps we should speak more of the miraculous,
the wonderful unexpected, and delightfully ordinary.
Easy it is to write of darkling moods, none are immune,
yet all are capable of seeing miracles flashing out
of a mind veiled by gloom.
Accept gladly the holy vision
that shines through our own divinity,
sure signs that proclaim
we are here to discover
the wonder of ourselves.
This beautiful cruel world, see how it turns
following the line of our sight?
The spider and the ant are jewels of our creation
we had masked our eyes from their holiness,
neglected the majesty of the small
and inconsequential.
See the baby in your arms that was you?
You brought that babe to your life,
owning your own potential for bliss.
The flowers and the thorns
are the marks of your spirit
images that make no distinction
or order of difference.
God's blessing are pouring;
at any given moment,
love is falling head over heels
in love with you.
Memories come back to me ,
Like the tides of a calm sea
Bringing a twinkle and a smile
Even if it all meant just for a while
Kiss on my lips,
A hug filled with warmth,
Hours of chatter
As if nothing else mattered
A feeling of joy,
The moment was mine
A girl like giggle
And I felt divine
To define it and name,
It would never be the same,
Eyes that felt warm
A heart that felt love
Alas!!! just a momentary lapse of reason ?
For life in my treasure trove.
In your presence I am but a sparkle in the sand a breath of Angel dust
In your presence I am the sun's companion and the moon's best friend
In your presence I seek only light and the path that leads me home
In your momentary presence, ... I just am
In your presence I am love and only love, both young and old
In your presence I become the flower that thirsts for Holy Water
In your presence I diminish and you appear I am never left alone
In your momentary presence, ...I am there
In your presence all my worries turn to ashes as I pray
In your presence I watch the gentle changing of the guards
In your presence the ebon of the night turns into light
In your presence I can truly see the path that leads me home
In this momentary presence of respite, there is always you.
I have a story to tell
How they lived well in the dark age
How freely people studied as a sage
That school wasn't a hell
There was a time
A time when the cheers are true
When everyone is duly sublime
With care far to reach the blue
I have some views to question
All comes out of my suggestion
Why has it become early to school?
Can't there be evening classes so cool?
We all have changes to make
To design a story of our take
In the aqua aura process, grace sees to live
It savoir the best regards for love
Whence unreturnable love is a good night
And chaos greets it good morning; it alerts fright
I know people peopled evil
Plans so disaster don't make themselves
What if earth is empty ?
Can it be this seeming ambiguous in its duty.
Unbearable to some,
Hanging over their collars.
Taking onto challenges that come,
Makes many see it a better ground for scholars.
Growing wings,
Impeaching kings.
But it used to be after the death of one,
Comes another at his turn.
Moments of change
Picture itself strange
The momentary people
I think of the Roma people
there are many of them in the Algarve.
Horse and cart the bother irate drives
horse manure, good for the roses.
When a bank goes belly-up, you can’t sue
for misusing your deposit.
When airplanes are grounded
and cars rust on the roadside, no donkeys,
to plough fields, the Roma will continue
the journey towards the sunset,
Momentary happiness
When I am enjoying my present moment in free
mind, no stress, working actively what I like most to
do, it gives me momentary happiness, I find
it when enjoying simple things in my life; it's true.
Original poem ::What I truly mean
'Liberum Divisa 8' Contest
Date:: 14/11/2021
The song reflects like a deep pool.
The sunset's a floating gemstone.
Melody moves me then oh so slow.
The fresh playing of instruments.
Strong voices sing the inspired songs.
Young women dance on the sidelines.
And the young men watch them closely.
A solo guitar plays the lead.
Other instruments soon join in.
The energy is powerful.
Then they all end at the same time.
A lone saxophone starts a sweet sound.
Then the music fades and people leave.
All in a single mind they move.
Eyes meeting and smiles matching.
The moment's somehow expanded.
There is momentary fanfare.
Every Eye a body camera.
To lend to future descendants.
To honor times when love ruled.
When love is what was important.
For it's what would open the door...
The door to our forgotten dreams!
7/20/21
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