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
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Imagery rich.
It is in those seemingly mundane moments that life reminds you that you are alive! Thank you, LB.
Amen!
thank you
Well done.LBM
thank you, kind poet
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.
'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!
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.
so glad you enjoyed the read, dear Poet
and I too, am continuously enamoured
with wondrous Nature's, subtle whispers
I seriously hope that you are seriously proud of this fine composition brother Mek because, if it were mine, I seriously would be ......... Neville
seriously?
lol
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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