A Moment

Who stops to look up at the stars anymore anyway? Lately, I find myself doing that more and more. It seems my head is always in the clouds. My way of stopping to smell the roses, I guess. It feels like a stolen moment that brings me to a place of wonder. If only for a moment.

Then I step back into my reality.

 

a full moon’s

hidden agenda,

rising tides

Pat R

For Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge where the prompt is the theme of “Finding Clarity”

&

dVerse Poets Pub where  Merril is hosting Poetics   and the prompt is “Impermanence” 

 

 

 

 

27 responses to “A Moment

  1. I look at the stars almost every night and wonder who is watching me back. No, not paranoia! Haha, more like the spirits…God has put such a beautiful spectacle together with a starry night, it is amazing. No matter how many times we have learned it in school or read about stars in books, they amaze me to no end.

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  2. Oh Wowza–“full moon’s hidden agenda”–stellar!! Where I live it’s impossible to see the stars, too much traffic and light…but sometimes I think I see the Morning Star, all alone.

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  3. Those moments are special–a bit of magic sometimes. We actually still get a paper delivered in the morning, and when I go out to get it, it’s usually dark–that’s when I look up at the sky and the stars and moon. But my head is also often in the clouds. 😉
    I really like your haiku, too.

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