This Moment

This moment

 

f   l   o   a   t   s,

 

swirls,

in slow motion

around me,

as if pausing itself,

so I can capture it

clearly…

 

reach out to touch it,

translucent color specks

fuse to form the painting

of a memory,

still wet,

but drying permanent,

full of color

yet already fading,

simultaneously frozen

in my present

and future heart,

 

this moment

 

now

but also nostalgic,

bittersweet

perfect

but fleeting,

 

so I hold

this moment

as long as I can,

take it in

with all that I am,

 

this moment

 

so happy,

so sad.

 

Poem and Image
by Laura Denise

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8 thoughts on “This Moment

  1. This particular moment was playing corn hole and signing yearbooks at the Senior picnic. It’s so hard, yet such a blessing, to love and lose a hundred and fifty each year.

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