An evening’s enamouring essence

L. B. Mek


Hectic, a forgettable Saturday 

homebound a slippery step, at a time

we’re each, making our way


‘Remember, remember the 5th of November 

of gunpowder, treason and plot’

echoes, somewhere in your thoughts


Between trudge and skip, a calmness 

invites itself deep within your heart

gradually, pace reduces as weary eases


Beneath you, a pavement is bathed

in autumnal debris

limp, drenched and mustard tinted leaves 


Above you, a stalemate staring contest

between earth and sky, depressingly-noir 

as moody clouds, unleash their tears


Beyond your earphones a drumming begins

halting steps beneath a reassuring streetlight

one ear is freed from its musical blockade


At once, that teasing whistle and jubilant explosion 

of fireworks overwhelm your senses, it takes

seconds of panicked 360° verification, to breath-out


Then, as-if blind luck kindly morphs to serendipity

your gaze, is enticed up – paused breath, held tight

witnessing such a wondrously harlequin, aesthetic


Framed in that streetlight-beam’s, golden droplets

raindrops drumbeat giddily upon your umbrella, as  

fireworks, dazzlingly brushstroke that gloomy sky


In one ear, explosions continue to unnerve and delight

while music serenades this sacred oneness with existence 

from that remaining earphone’s accompanying melody


Thus, taking a break from life: to treasure, Life

refusing to allow this preciously capricious event

to pass-by, unacknowledged


Sniffling and shuddering

at that snap of winter, while boldly smiling 

warmth, sourced from within


Gifted a glimpse of that elusive ‘meaning’ 

in our harassed existence, by simply

listening to a streetlight’s, gifted whispers



© L. B. Mek

November 2022

  • Author: L. B. Mek (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 7th, 2022 03:59
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 41


  • Doggerel Dave

    Imagery rich.

  • MDStone

    It is in those seemingly mundane moments that life reminds you that you are alive! Thank you, LB.

    • L. B. Mek

      thank you

    • hzugman

      Well done.LBM

      • L. B. Mek

        thank you, kind poet

      • Fay Slimm.

        A fill of stunning metaphor bursts from each line as a bouquet firework magic lights sparks from your gifted phrasing dear Mek - I was there in spirit as with head lifted that ;thrill of caught ;hues brushing night sky infused the evening with colour - - a truly enamouring read.

        • L. B. Mek

          'I was there in spirit'
          (I read these words, just as I begin my minutes silence
          for 11'11'11
          life is sometimes truly wondrous, dear Fay)
          thank you!

        • Bella Shepard

          For me, as I read this, I picture natures incredible display; that first crack of thunder and then the fireworks of lightening. I especially love the phrasing of "In one ear, explosions continue to unnerve and delight while music serenades this sacred oneness with
          "existence. Nature keeps me in continual awe. Such a beautiful write my friend.

          • L. B. Mek

            so glad you enjoyed the read, dear Poet
            and I too, am continuously enamoured
            with wondrous Nature's, subtle whispers

          • Neville

            I seriously hope that you are seriously proud of this fine composition brother Mek because, if it were mine, I seriously would be ......... Neville

            • L. B. Mek

              if you like it Hyung
              then I'll consider it as one of my better efforts
              glad you're back safe, cherished Poet

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