They say writing a good
Poem is about capturing
A moment
But what if that moment
Feels lost
In its isolation
How can one prevent
The inevitable clinging
Closely to its friends
Even if one so callously
Severed those ties
Holes would present
Maybe not right away
But once the pretty prose
Is searched for meaning
And the lapse of time
Contains no amends
The moment will cry out for its friends
And holes will present
Nice! And in any moment it’s possible to come back and enjoy the wonders of life supporting our existance. Some can do it just paying attention to 10 breaths.
sometime’s that’s all you need to collect yourself, well put!
Great poem, how true it is.
thank you, glad you enjoyed
Moments are inevitably connected although for brief seconds they can seem like the only event to have ever occured. :-) Very nice poem.
very true observation..and thanks :)