Poetry

Timing

We all have moments that we want to freeze in time forever.

 

An evening watching the sun go down

with a close friend, talking and laughing

of the many possible futures lying in wait.

 

Holding a loved pet in our arms

for the last time,

trying to give

as much comfort before the end as possible.

 

Meeting the lips of the person you love

for the first time

and trying not to float away

in the sheer bliss of it.

 

What people forget is that if it were possible to freeze time,

then we’d never get to experience

other moments in life,

moments that may be even more special than the first.

Poetry

Water Nymph

Sometimes I think I’m water.

Well, technically a substantial portion of me is,

but I’m talking about,

you know,

free flowing water.

The kind that freezes when it’s cold,

or pools in shallow dips when it rains,

hangs around in the air

to fluff up

that girl’s neatly straightened hair.

Except it isn’t my form that changes.

It’s my mood,

my entire attitude

to life.

I’m not complaining, just

observing really.

Once I thought it’d be good to be fire.

Then the wind caught my candle

and blew it out.