A song made a visit today.
In the yard, children whistled and hummed.
Such was the power, I was transported for a time.
No musician was there to catch the theme,
light as soap-bubbles on the air.

A poem made a visit today.
A rose standing clear of thorny briars.
One I had passed many times; what moves the heart today?
No poet was there who'd memorialise the thought,
simple as a love of colour.

A traveller made a visit today.
Brief as a breath, the chance glimpse.
When I was beckoned I was bound to go.
No one need cry, nor think further. With senses taken
I can leave no message but this.

◄ Commute

As I Rambled ►


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keith jeffries

Fri 9th Aug 2019 09:59

Adam, these moments are brief but precious as they often pass us by. Thank you for this

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John Marks

Fri 9th Aug 2019 06:06

'With senses taken': so, open and perceptive to what 'we half-perceive/Half-create'. This flows marvellous well, Adam. John

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Adam Rabinowitz

Fri 9th Aug 2019 06:02

I felt this transient state of sounds and colors all passing by seen but not remembered. I so enjoy poems which put my mind into a state like that of Coltrane jazz...yours seem to.
Thank you.

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Don Matthews

Thu 8th Aug 2019 23:34

I like this.....

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