A Moment

we hear what we we choose to hear

staccato of ponderous piccolo

amidst the woodwind flurry

or tense tympanic tantrum

to harmonize uneasy worry

.

we feel what we want to feel

clutch at a single stem

to let the thorns bury deep

why not instead the petals

velvet soft in palm to keep?

.

we dream what we want to dream

that even the barren meadow

basks full

so full of sunshine

48 thoughts on “A Moment”

  1. We do! We hear, feel and dream what we want, dismissing evidence that we should be hearing, feeling and dreaming other things. So we clutch at a single stem and let the thorns bury deep. And we are willing to repeat the mistake.

    I heard, though, that not learning from your mistakes is the secret to eternal youth (ha ha!). Now that’s something to think about…

    Always well penned, my dear Diana, and always thoughtful. So good to read you!

    Love, B.

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    1. And so wonderful to be reading your words here, dear B!
      What a fascinating theory about not mistakes and longevity. Makes me think I might live forever, and actually ….as writers we probably will have some staying power beyond out days. Here’s hoping! Haha. Hugs to the sound of the clinking of glasses sweet one! 🌷😘🌹

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      1. I hope we do! As for actually living forever, I would rather we did it with faces and bodies that look younger every year. I don’t even want to imagine the opposite!

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  2. So eloquently penned as usual, D, and I am beyond happy having the privilege to read you. I think I needed to read this particular piece of yours today. Because it is so very true that we have the tendency to lull ourselves into a false sense of reality.

    I especially enjoyed, β€œstaccato of ponderous piccolo.”

    Hope life continues to treat you well, dear friend. ~K β™₯️πŸ₯‚πŸ€—

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    1. Hello gorgeous soul! I’m so infrequent with my posts these days I often wonder about myself! How different is my state of mind to the insomniacal ways of even a year ago…. and sometimes even the end product is a little ho hum with little flavour. But it’s a lovely feeling to offer even a bland dish … and hearing from you makes it OH SO worthwhile 😊
      So chuffed you showed up for dinner hehe,
      Hugs πŸ’πŸ’πŸ˜˜

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  3. You never disappoint, Diana. We are selective in our experience, and you illustrate it exquisitely – the “ponderous piccolo” and not the “velvet soft” petal. Always sunshine in my barren fields (well…ok…depends on the day.)

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      1. It’s been a bit crazy to be sure, but I’m sure I need it in order to just go with the flow! It’s beautiful down here in Idaholand. We have gotten a lot of snow on the hills and it is gorgeous!

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      2. Ah how nice to just be reading of your snowy hills while warm and toasty indoors dear Idaho Val.
        Yet, the tendrils of winter extend here as well, and we thought we had escaped … our bulbs already emerging. I wish they could rely upon the warmth of writing friends such as we to make it through to spring πŸ’œ

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      3. We can. I look forward to reading blog posts in the evening and checking in with others in the blogosphere. It adds warmth to the winter days in spite of the chilly temperatures outside. When we are warm on the inside the outward cold doesn’t seem so bad!

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      4. That is enduringly true. This is my second winter with the warm words and unique creativity of amateur authors all over the world…. and it has been life changing for the better 😁

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      5. Same here. A year ago, I was considering quitting blogging. Now, I get to read others’ posts and be a part of their lives. It is so enlightening and the connections are priceless. So good to hear from you! ❀ ❀ ❀

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  4. Now this is a poem beyond poetry itself… I read it in the wee hours and had ‘a moment’ of pure poetic bliss and rhyming reverie myself…

    “we feel what we want to feel
    clutch at a single stem
    to let the thorns bury deep
    why not instead the petals
    velvet soft in palm to keep?”

    These lines are not even of this time… Sage words, like you say!

    How well you make words dance to your tune and sing a song that must leave no heart untouched! I am in awe of your art, dearest Lady D – you are a poetess par excellence and a literary angel resurrecting lost and dead words with a touch of her scribing hand. ❀

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    1. What morning joy erupts when I read your comments today! Such an exuberant response that is gratefully received… like a freshly baked pain au chocolat, though likely to leave a cherished sweet taste in my mouth for longer and crumbs of happy memory (all over my work desk)
      Your enthusiasm never abates and I am the luckiest recipient dear Ishu XOXO ❀

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  5. Diana, your words are always “So full of sunshine…” and truth…Oh yes, we are so free to choose what to hear, feel, dream…or to believe…Today and every day, may all our choices be bold and beautiful! πŸ”†Much Joy to you, luminous friend!βœ¨πŸ’•πŸŒπŸ’•βœ¨

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    1. I absolutely could frame your words… a colourful wall tapestry that would leave any passerby convinced that there is still much light and love in the world dear Merit. Have a wonderful evening ❀

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    1. Oh, how fond am I of the word “sassy” … yes please apply it to me at any time. It’s playful and seems the perfect fit, wouldn’t you agree πŸ˜‰
      And I hope it inspires me to write with an innovative voice in the future, for I would never want to be thought of as a formulaic poet …. thank you beloved S…<3

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    1. Ah sweetest sunshine gal of the Southern Land…your presence today is like the soothing sound of a voice saying hello through the screen door. An unexpected visit from an old friend on a lazy afternoon.
      Sending hugs ❀

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  6. Lovely poem, Diana. Dreams come, albeit we sometimes wish them not to and when they do, they can fill our waking hours and sleeping hours with many turns of truth…or not. I recently wrote one connected to dreams. I find dreams puzzling but also enlightening. Hope you are well. We are having a cold Winter here.

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    1. Had a lovely visit to your blog just now dear fellow NWester! Aren’t we in the grips of a Polar blast!! Ugh….
      You write in such a flowing manner, with gentle ease and loveliness… the warmth makes me forget what is happening outdoors! Stay warm πŸ’œπŸ’œ

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      1. We have not had so much snow here since 1985 (not sure you were here yet…so young you seem). My children were small and it seems so very long ago now as I near 67 this year. We have had three storms in three weeks and now finally the snow is slowly melting. People quite lost themselves and raided the stores leaving many shelves bare. But I knew it was not a forever thing, simply a frozen moment of time. Stay warm as well.

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    1. Sweet Neha …. always happy to see you have dropped by. It seems my writing flurry has been paused as life grabs hold. Cyclical and enjoyable is the journey of creativity … and the beautiful interaction with people like you πŸ’œ

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