Slow the Moment

a power blue sky

filters through the roaming

sandbank of gray cloud

rain is expected….

a train is travelling through a

time tunnel

this sky I have seen before

years before

now people flash before my


but most are gone


buried in the earth

as I glance upon a

golden landscape

a childhood summoned

an aspect of accumulating


they are drifting faster


is tapping me on the shoulder

the present is always more


but a memory is still

a memory

so I indulge

slow the moment down

but visiting means

eventually one has to leave….


By  Paolo Michell


About pmisteil

Hi, my name is Paul though I write under other names like, Thatcher and Paolo, I love literature, art and architecture their passion and drama....the contradictions. The notion of Truth-who is the person behind the mask? Or does it matter! I like long walks and longer conversations over cappuccinos in a cafe with atmosphere and the rest is a journey!
This entry was posted in Poetry and tagged , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s