I don’t want to poem about heavy things
Not on an evening so light as this
Where the sky is fine bone china
Suffused with coral and fuchsia
Pierced by a single jet trail
My eyes follow it
Up and up and up
I wonder where it is headed
I feel the warmth of the stone stairs beneath my bare soled feet
Releasing the heat of the day
The night insects are practicing their scales out in the overgrown lawn behind me
And a magpie warbles from her branch
The sun sinks lower
The sky slowly drains of all colour
Fading eventually to black, a single star rewards my patient wait
…
Alright
I’ll think of heavy things now
I just didn’t want to spoil the sunset
Sometimes we avoid writing about those things because it’s just emotionally healthier to *be*, rather than exercising that muscle on topics that plunge us back into worldly concerns. You’ve captured the moment beautifully here. A literary photograph of what must have been an amazingly peaceful moment 💙.
I love the idea of literary photograph, a mind painting, that’s exactly what it was Yacoob. One of those moments of deep peace that could not be interrupted by negative thinking because I wouldn’t allow it. I’m better able to do this now, to buffer. There are so many beautiful moments that get buried otherwise. ✨
I love these little vignettes: soft, gentle, yet sharply observed —
I like the idea of vignettes – I came across the idea of life as being not these great milestones and achievements but a series of quiet, small moment with great meaning. I think it is true. I like to capture the moments, I think. Well noted John.
the haiku masters of Japan and China have much to teach us in this area —
They do, I have a wonderful book of poetry from the east – the way in which they can capture emotion in a moment just makes me go “ahhhh” it’s like a resonating beat in the heart. Extraordinary. But I lack the art of summary😁
you do a pretty good job 🙂
Thanks John
😊
That is just lovely.
Thanks Granny
say good day
blue mate
what the heck
that s duff
from ye kate~!