I will not count the seconds
I will not check the clock
I will listen only to the sound of
my own inhale and exhale and
the tapping of keys
watch my breath stir the strands
of my hair
as it falls below my chin
over this keyboard
my fingers
typing this note
to myself, this moment
a gift I give
to me
© Neetu Malik
last night’s hurricane blew the roof off
pieces of felt lay on the street like bits of rubber tires
She needs to dig deep
to pull the roots
that grow under her feet
to do so requires strength
It must have been
a stormy night
when love flew out the window
of my vacant room
like a feather
from a molting bird.
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I love this vignette, Neetu! Provocative. Reminds me of what we all need to do at time–write for our own enjoyment.
Thank you for coming by to read this, Denise. Glad you enjoyed it!
This kind of captured moment–almost an instant–is your greatest strength as a poet. Thru the seized instant of time, expressed in concrete, vivid, simple images, you jolt the reader into treasuring THEIR ‘moments’ that in the flurry of our days so often flash by and away. . .before we’ve savored them at all.
Thank you, moonfroth, for the constant encouragement and support you give me. Sometimes, all we have are the moments and they are rare…..
Thank you to all the bloggers who have liked and/or shared this poem. Much appreciated!