Pausing the string
Frozen time opens the paused mind,
it helps when contemplating ice to find.
Shown when a notion is found to explore,
like when she walks through the open door,
or that first meaningful loving kiss.
Picturing those moments we all miss,
the things that make time freeze,
the first feel of a chilling breeze,
patiently waiting for the kettles boil,
watching the ants deadly endless coil.
A storm approaching its calming end,
stirring the colors to make them blend,
watching as the sun sets and rises,
those colorful atmospheric surprises.
Counting stars above the clouds layer,
watching memories reflection player.
Stuttering through times stringing home,
letting the mind drift and roam.
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Author:
Maplespal (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 7th, 2025 06:13
- Comment from author about the poem: Thinking alone again.
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Comments2
Great write
Very identifiable the images in this poem so well written in verse it lulls one to sleep and time freezes
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