August 29, 2005
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New Poem
At the moment, I have not as of yet been able to think of a title for this one. Please let me know your feedback or thoughts. They are always appreciated.
Thanks,
Jan
It was a feeling of mindfulness,
what mystics call that flash of time
a mind’s thoughts are centered,
focused, and no room is left for
injustice, desires, and sorrows.
There were no verbalizations
about the world and friends around us,
no stories or tales that fill up
the volumes of a person’s days.
We reveled in Handel’s Hallelujah
sung with the pain and promise of youth
aware of this ephemeral happening
when one is totally present,
satisfied with music and a lover’s eyes.
If life were filled with moments,
you would never know you had one.
Comments (3)
Personally, I’d call it Time Between Time, because that’s what I kind of consider those moments. But that’s just me.
I love this poem, Jan.
I know hte feeling, and it is described well in the sense of time anyway,
I think the second to last line would be better said, “If life were only moments.”
A simple “Moments” works for me …