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

Observation game

Pedestals can be wondrous things.

Placing something high enough to be gazed at from every angle,

observing the symmetry, or lack of.

Sowing seeds

to sprout discussions, positioning light

perfect for an artist’s sketch.

But what of people?

If we put them up there too often, who is the first

to forget they are real,

and can be warm and loved and upset and abused,

capable of trust and betrayal,

and equal – yes, equal – to everyone else?

Them

or

us?