had left a sweet ache
of something-in-the-air:
amorphous as mist that, probably,
wasn’t there, at all –
for anyone but me.
Held,
breathless, lest,
surrender to what was reality:
might flick the phantasmagoric
whiff of chance away –
from what was yet to be.
of something-in-the-air:
amorphous as mist that, probably,
wasn’t there, at all –
for anyone but me.
Held,
breathless, lest,
surrender to what was reality:
might flick the phantasmagoric
whiff of chance away –
from what was yet to be.
notes: I do remember that feeling - and smile still, at the thought of it.
Chance: The unknown and unpredictable element in happenings that seems to have
no discernable cause.
photo: Tossing the Ball at Deer Lake – W. Bourke
©
2013 Wendy Bourke
So self-reflective, that elusive something-in-the-air delicately captured here. That's good you wrote this, "lest, surrender to what was reality."
ReplyDeleteThanks, so much, Janet!
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for anyone but me." so cool that you wrote of this, those nearly surreal moments, so hard to put down. I like how this piece just lingers in the air--perfectly done to suit this experience!
Yes, those surreal moments do linger. Smiles.
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