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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…. |
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