Photo credit: Marjory M. Thompson
Poetic Bloomings has gone Ekphrastic again today. I love doing these poems, as can be seen by my Calliope posts each Saturday. To create a poem based on an image, narrating the sense of the image involved, asks the poet to create a story on a sometimes flimsy catalyst.
This poem reflects experiences of seeing such signs along roadsides and knowing how some of them came to be there, waiting for attention. I hope this story sparks something for the reader, as well.
A Moment’s Passing
It was his age, you see,
That day he celebrated;
He never saw it coming
Around that oak-lined bend,
Never imagined that time
Could stand still while life
Continued without breath,
Without rhyme or reason’s
Interference into his day;
He never before believed
That all that life contained
Could be held, within lungs
Thirsting for air but unwilling
To capture, for taste’s sake,
A new breath to accompany
Uncounted memories flooding
Through a brain staggered by awe.
He never saw it coming that day
And he never had a chance to tell
The world how much he loved it.
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