A Moment Away
A Moment Away …
Foliage undisturbed, in sunlight beams
Whispers travel in groups of echoes, clean
Scenes of chestnut boughs and stretched robin wings
Harmony ebbs and flows in emerald swings
On high he looks past hues and zephyrs of jade
through the skies he peers into heaven’s promenade
the stars mis-weighed with crystalline ambition
And sheep cresting to cheese block apparitions
He ponders the world from his paperback
The spine worn from enthrall and doubling back.
Creases mark of splendor betwixt each page
Of firedrakes, inquiry and brilliant sparks of rage
A whimsy of mystical magic and marauders
each page packed with princes and paupers
An auspex of forgotten epochs,
a contradiction crammed in a script box
In real-life tenets of imagination
Words frolic about in grand flirtation.
Each line denotes that feeling of desire
To quench unsatisfied states, ascending much higher
To live that crescendo of a pitch perfect choir
Goosebumps pervade the skin from worn pages prior
In that nestled branch where he lays, wanting more
And as pages flip, each one opens every door.
The sun tired from excursion, comes to rest
twilight charms the eyes closed, and pressed—
His Borsalino hat sags on his tired face
Promoting respite to this sacred space
In the birthplace of imagination, he dreams
Limp and lifeless until the sunlight gleams
And from one dream to another he reads
in this forest of hope he plants another seed.
Within his mind a large rustic watering can
Each page flip sprouts buds of conceivable plans
Each droplet of love from that can inspires
A princess who needs saving, one locked in a spire,
Perhaps a township threatened by some creature
Or, maybe, these pages of words lead to neither,
And sunrises are actually just sunrises,
And sunsets are sunsets that have no surprises
But what if that forest is rife with wolves
And you are the knight defending the woods
How will your story be read, will your spine crease,
And wear from countless pages read by some stranger’s niece
Or will it struggle under some layers of bookshelf dust
Never to crease or question another reader’s trust
Will that reader spend their time amongst your trees
or have the mind to change your world when they please
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You can also see more great work by Paul Neglia on HubPages, where he goes by his pen name ‘pnknucklez’.
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Oh how the mind rambles and scrambles to come up with ideas to write about. I enjoyed reading this poem, Paul.
I am glad you enjoyed it Phyllis. I enjoyed writing it. Lol.
Paul, great imagery and the pictures each line produced seemed vivid as I read. What I thought is especially well done is the incredible rhyme and tightness of verse. Well done! Jamie