December 5, 2012
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December 4th Poem
It seems my musician friends are great at giving me writing prompts. This poem for my December project is courtesy of Suzanne Levinson, a flute player. She gave me a great list of words, and I may draw from them again later in the month.
This poem is very short, but when I stopped to pause, it seemed complete somehow. I think it needs a title, but I can’t think of one just yet. I am open to suggestions.
Anyway, without further adieu, here is the December 4th poem.
The mix of snow and slush
falls like bullets in a war zone,
distorting the view of faces
looking through windows
as their train passes by.
The flickering facades
blink out like dollar store
Christmas lights, a moment
of shimmer, a flash of blue
and green, then gone.
If only the light could be held
or this moment transfixed,
this small blaze of ordinary,
faces on a train suspended
in rain, caught in mid air.
Comments (1)
Once again, a moment caught in time. I can see it and feel it, so very real….. something more than common. A place in life we have most of us shared at some time. The awareness of it that lasts , is the magic which gives it a life of its own. Finding the magic in the mundane….. it is there, if we only look.