Sunday, January 23, 2011

The Moment




The Moment



In the flying moment
a wisp of smoke
fast twisting and gone  
a book of lost patterns,
pages blown away

In the silent moment
the bartender pours a river
between opening
and closing time,
unheard by the crowd

In the changing moment
room for everything
time for almost
nothing  before
the door swings shut

In the turning moment
light perfects an angle
shows a  golden texture
hones reality to a turquoise dress
two cigars and a laugh.

In the perfect moment
there’s only time to
breathe it in and exhale it,
catch the random and be it,
in the moment.


January 2011



Posted for One Shoot Sunday at the inimitable OneStopPoetry


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28 comments:

  1. dustusJanuary 23, 2011 at 10:26 AM

    Amazing to consider all that happens in a moment, both personally and interpersonally——considering place, time, countless observations, and especially lost works or absorbing books. And when it comes down it it, couldn't agree more, catch the random and be in it! Well crafted ("Witch-crafted" lol) :)

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  2. FireblossomJanuary 23, 2011 at 10:31 AM

    Why you little buddhist, you. When people say "be here now", I didn't know this was what they meant!

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  3. FireblossomJanuary 23, 2011 at 10:33 AM

    PS-- I love what Dustus said about Witch-crafted! Fits our crafty word-witch to a tee.

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  4. hedgewitchJanuary 23, 2011 at 10:47 AM

    Just hope everyone's happy to see that for once I wrote a non-dark, non-depressing, non-disillusioned take on a prompt. Not easy for the witchy one, folks. ;-)

    Thanks much you two.

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  5. Sherry Blue SkyJanuary 23, 2011 at 11:12 AM

    I love it, Hedgewitch. Especially the bartender "pouring a river" and reality honed to "a turqouise dress, two cigars and a laugh". So well done.

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  6. AnonymousJanuary 23, 2011 at 11:13 AM

    who are you and what have you done with hedgewitch?

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  7. hedgewitchJanuary 23, 2011 at 11:19 AM

    shhhhh...she hasn't been able to conjure past that goober dust 'round her bed yet...

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  8. JerryJanuary 23, 2011 at 11:26 AM

    ahhh yes moments are fleeting but not un-catchable.

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  9. TedJanuary 23, 2011 at 12:04 PM

    two cigars and a laugh.../catch the random and be it,/ in the moment.

    And in the background I hear the ting a ting of nipping glasses and Al Martino singing Spanish Eyes...but I'm too old to remember where I was sitting :)

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  10. AnonymousJanuary 23, 2011 at 12:54 PM

    Fantastic, really like this, you capture this social realm of the "moment" with wonderful lines!!! Much enjoyed!!! :)

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  11. TrulyfoolJanuary 23, 2011 at 1:09 PM

    Joy,

    Wow.

    "a river . . . time"

    "time for . . . swings shut"

    "breathe it in . . .in the moment"

    Wow.

    This holds together in its irony. The moment of perceived 'perfection' that is only a moment of waste.

    Trulyfool
    (I'll have mine neat)

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  12. TALONJanuary 23, 2011 at 1:26 PM

    Just lovely, hedgewitch! It's incredibly neat reading the wonderful creations that come from the same photo prompt.

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  13. Ami MattisonJanuary 23, 2011 at 3:11 PM

    Wow, Hedgewitch! I love this concept! I'm really impressed by how you're able to take a single moment and show how it's all connected--what's seen and not seen. Great writing here.

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  14. Maude LynnJanuary 23, 2011 at 4:30 PM

    This is so depressing . . .

    Had to say it! I particularly like the image of the bartender pouring a river between open and close.

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  15. signed...bkmJanuary 23, 2011 at 4:38 PM

    I love to how you catch the moment to be in it...like Shay commented ...Buddha would aprove....nice...bkm

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  16. hedgewitchJanuary 23, 2011 at 4:46 PM

    Thanks all, appreciate the input always.

    @TFool: Everything is irony, and everything is perfect, and...and..stuff.

    @MZ: Thanks for trying to salvage my reputation.

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  17. GlynnJanuary 23, 2011 at 5:40 PM

    Oh, this is good. And that turquoise dress in the background - more important than we first realize. Really like this.

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  18. moondustwriterJanuary 23, 2011 at 7:41 PM

    Catch the moment there may only be one ...

    Nicely penned. Sundays are hard for me to write up a prompt - thanks so much for being part and sharing your fantastic work.

    Moonie Smiles

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  19. AnonymousJanuary 23, 2011 at 7:54 PM

    those moments... are always going up in smoke

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  20. SYJanuary 23, 2011 at 7:58 PM

    that's the beautiful thing about living...

    you get to experience every changes moment

    great writing here
    - SY

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  21. SheilaJanuary 23, 2011 at 11:28 PM

    who knew there was such a variety of moments in the moment? - awesome! maybe I will try to stay there more often :)

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  22. ReflectionsJanuary 24, 2011 at 12:14 AM

    Nice! ssuch depth unveiled here.

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  23. budh.aaahJanuary 24, 2011 at 3:58 AM

    Hey nice picture prompt

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  24. CadJanuary 24, 2011 at 5:45 AM

    catch the random

    My favourite occupation! :)

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  25. G-ManJanuary 24, 2011 at 6:17 AM

    Momentus!!!!

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  26. Brian MillerJanuary 24, 2011 at 10:33 AM

    nice. so much going on in that moment between inhale and exhale...but you captured it....

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  27. Alegria ImperialJanuary 24, 2011 at 8:21 PM

    I love it, Joy! In the perfect moment, the apex of the many moments, there's but time for a breath, the complete cycle of life! And the structure you used is as masterfully crafted as your other poems.

    Thanks for sharing it!

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  28. Gemma WisemanJanuary 24, 2011 at 8:34 PM

    A beautiful feeling and flow to this poem. Especially love "book of lost patterns".

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