Moment

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There is a moment that comes
Just before a lightening strike
When I notice an ever so slight shift
A constriction
A dropping
A sense of dread mixed with wonder

In that brief moment
I feel truly connected to the world
No longer merely observing it
No longer apart from it
But a part of it

It’s feels as if time stops
As if there is an eternity between that moment
And the flash
And the rumble
And the rain

It’s just one moment
But that one moment
Is enough

This poem is from the book, ‘A Requiem For What Could Have Been: Poetry For The Broken’.

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Silence

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And just like that
The silence
Was broken

This poem is from the book, ‘A Requiem For What Could Have Been: Poetry For The Broken’.

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Mere Thought

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Isn’t it fascinating
Just how much
A mere thought
Can derail
An otherwise perfect day?

This poem is from the book, ‘A Requiem For What Could Have Been: Poetry For The Broken’.

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Thoughts Intrude

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Thoughts intrude,
Like a hammer’s blow,
Destroying the peace
I’ve cultivated.

Thoughts intrude,
Like a siren’s scream,
Stealing the attention
I’ve promised.

Thoughts intrude,
Like a threatening word,
Forcing the action
I’ve avoided.

Thoughts intrude,
Like a funeral march,
Revealing the emotions
I’ve suppressed.

Thoughts intrude,
Like a bird’s call,
Highlighting the beauty
I’ve missed.

Thoughts intrude,
Like a child’s smile,
Connecting the reality
I’ve lost.

This poem is from the book, ‘Bound To The Wings Of A Butterfly’.

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I Am Constant Change

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Who am I other than constant change?

Thoughts come and go,
Same with emotion, memory and desire,
I am not who I was a moment ago,
And who I am won’t last.

I am constant change,
I am the thread of time,
Birth to death,
Ever changing,
Ever growing,
Never the same.

I am constant change,
I accept this change,
Embrace it,
Lean into it.

Therefore I won’t delete my past,
It was me,
Just as much me as my desire to delete it,
Who knows what I will think in four minutes?

I am constant change.