today
is a poem
that will not
wait
it is
inscribing
itself in clouds
like a skywriter
it is
pooling
like rainwater
in the school yard
it is
rejoicing
in church bells
and wind chimes
it is
regaling me
with stories
of traffic and weather
and i
am scrambling
to get it all down
before it gets away.
This is the first time I've had positive feelings about the verb "to be." :-)
ReplyDeleteLove these poems. Glad you nudged me to look.
I know this feeling ~ the slowness of my fingers on the keyboard or the pencil in my hand, not keeping up with the speed of the words flowing through my mind... always the fear that the words will disappear before I capture and record them, never to be remembered. My words are not as beautiful as yours, but I know this feeling.
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