he reached out a hand
stopped an instant
right in its tracks
turned it over
turned it round
peered closely
saw strength
he saw love
he saw sadness
joy and tears
he saw the future now
he saw
the now just past
an instant
of all he was
he was
he might be
gone
released
an instant
~
Poem #490 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie.
This poem is a fine gem.
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Hélène, thank you.
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My pleasure.
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A great read!
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Thank you Walt. They’re tricky, but fun these little time pieces.
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You’re very welcome Frank. You do them well sir. 😊
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You have created a moment for your instant. I love this playing with time and instants! Nice one Frank!
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They’re a bit of a trick, these time games. It’s always a relief to find that the poems can be followed and understood afterwards. I’m never sure to start with.
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