He sat in the sunny greenhouse,
surrounded by blooms.
A September morning,
frost in the air,
finches flying about.
Then one flew down,
alighting on his hand.
Time slowed;
it hung, suspended.
I feel it, still.
I hear again
the trickle of the fountain,
see him,
all wrapped in sunlight,
turning his dark eyes to me,
to share the beauty
of that one moment in time.
Forever and forever,
I still see him:
his slow smile,
his eyes meeting mine,
that glance across the room:
my love,
turning his gaze on me,
a small bird
forever on his hand.
for The Sunday Muse. Shared with the Tuesday Platform at Real Toads.
A moment frozen in time. This is lovely Sherry! Birds are magical and that is evident in your poem. I love it! Thank you so much for joining us today at the Muse!
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely moment, captured forever in your memory. Thanks for sharing with us!
ReplyDeleteA wonderful moment shared between strangers, and never forgotten!!
ReplyDeleteLovely! A forever moment for sure.
ReplyDeleteSuch a beautiful moment capture in verse, Sherry!❤️
ReplyDeletethis is so beautiful sherry..love the way his eyes met yours...Love...bkm
ReplyDeleteI love the way you’ve suspended time in the second stanza, Sherry, and emphasised it with the trickle of the fountain. I also love the idea of someone being wrapped in sunlight. A touching memory.
ReplyDeleteTo remember someone in such a moment is wonderful ... but I also feel the sadness and loss of someone who left.
ReplyDeleteUnless a person is training birds or racing them or dealing with trained birds most won't experience this. You captured the moment very well, Sherry. I haven't forgotten birds flying onto my hand, the back, I think also your "Forever and forever, I still see (them). But it wasn't as romantic as yours, probably because I am squeamish around birds. Oh yes, the ones sitting on my arm were white although there were others. Plus it was a touristy area.
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What a wonderful moment, in so many ways. And how beautifully you've recaptured it for us.
ReplyDeleteA magical moment in time that you held like a bird.
ReplyDeleteI have memories that shine bright like that too. Some are bittersweet, but I'll take the bitter, because the sweet of those moments were worth it.
ReplyDeleteOh that's a beautiful close.. the bird on the hand forever...
ReplyDeleteI too have similar memories that shine with a light, and a softness found nowhere else. Really like this, my friend.
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How in line our poems are today! You were more expressive about the moment than I was - this is all I imagined but didn't say.
ReplyDeleteNice, Sherry.
ReplyDeleteYou've captured the moment, and turned it into a word-painting we can see... and feel. A bit of forever to delight in over and over.
ReplyDeleteSherry, so lovely. It slowed down for me - it must be the way you broke the lines. And the connections you convey - beautiful!
ReplyDeleteSnapshot, fantastic. I get it, that this is a moment often coming to mind... I like it. No matter what came after. It's almost... vindication, or reminder of why you were there in the first place. Wonderful.
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