If i could hold onto this moment,
this blue grey moment
of beauty
over the hammocking,
beyond the window,
and into the sky and wonder of chiseled trees
my books scattered around me
and aromas of slow cooked stew
whispering to Shabbat’s glory waning
on the edge of a coming crisp moon
if i could…
pause
right here
in the twilight
and put this postcard in my pocket
well then
i would.
and you know what?
even if i can’t,
i think i will click it away with a serene eyed lens
just…
for safe keeping
Very nice.
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beautiful wonderful poem .Brilliant. loved to read it. Be blessed
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Beautifully written! Love how well you constructed it!
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Thank you:)
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