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

eyes

but most are gone

dead

buried in the earth

as I glance upon a

golden landscape

a childhood summoned

an aspect of accumulating

years

they are drifting faster

Fate

is tapping me on the shoulder

the present is always more

important

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

 

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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!
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