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---------------- Vendors

                        While approaching stalls of wares                           a smile appears carrying goods                            Words of enthusiasm expressed                         never taking a moment to rest before                                 the next sentence.                      As this young girl continues upon her quest                        it becomes apparent that here is a life                            never taking time for reflection                      Now within a urge to softly touch the chin                        cradling it to pause for just a second                            and slow down the rapid pulse                              that has been generated.                    Has this child ever had a chance to see light?                                             or              Has the fog that has been created blinded one’s perceptions?    If only a moment was taken to listen, watch, and relish in the splendor of time                                for they are precious         Never can it be captured again unless within a moment of peace inside.                              If only the sunrise can be seen                               with its gray’s and yellow’s                         If only the sunset’s tapestry was observed                       with it’s multitudes of reds and crimson shades                           If only the endless echoes are heard                                              as                            surging waves reach the countless shores                                 If only the flapping of wings                                           were heard                          beckoning the listener to join the flock                      With these seconds the soul would remain calm                      thus gathering the thoughts the moments teach               Without this pause in life, time is lost, and never replaced                                     Yet maybe a ware was sold….

Copyright © December 2007 Thomas H. Smihula


This Poem was Critiqued By: Dellena Rovito On Date: 2007-12-31 19:42:47
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 10.00000
Thomas, Poignant moments, minutes, years lost to a lot of unawareness. Unappreciative we people take most everything for granted until we lose it. Never noticing the color of the sky or the sounds on the wind. Tv/movies/games have hypnotized us into robotic hair brained dummies. Communications, one to the other are static, too much effort, and avoidable. So alone we are in front of our tv's and computers. yet maybe we buy some stuff! Good poem Thomas! It flows well, says a lot, makes one think. Dellena


This Poem was Critiqued By: Claire H. Currier On Date: 2007-12-27 04:45:00
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 9.72727
If the vendor is promoting 'home made' items then her spirit is indeed excited to share in her creations of wares; perhaps her speech rambles on to some but to others its just what they want to hear.......I do agree though others are there to make that dollar before heading back home. Your words flow well, your thoughts flow and thus bring forth many images of beauty within oneself and the world that one may miss. I used to be one of those vendors locally at fairs and flea markets and I was always eager to bring my items for showing. It is amazing the people you meet, the stories they might share, perhaps they already bought from you before and are returning since they were pleased with their purchases. One year I made and sold Angels.......of course I kept many for myself and gave away a few in the process...........they were crochet with feathers for their wings and you could either stand them or hand them on the wall or window.......this vendor has seen many sunrises, and sunsets, she has listened to the wind as it wiggled through the trees and watched the sun as it burnt through the morning fog. Thanks Tom for the memories of long ago that are still close to my heart. I would also share my poetry at these shows........now my friend that was the best part of all. Take care, my prayers are with you always; may the Lord continue to bless you and yours as this year comes to a close and a new one opens for all to enjoy. God Bless, Claire
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