This is a feel good poem I wrote last summer after attending a music concert in the park. It reminds us to soak up every last glimmer of a moment before it has passed into darkness. I hope you all are having a wonderful, relaxing weekend 🙂

The ancient eavesdropper

Sitting in a chair on a terraced slope

overlooking Mingus Park –

sun setting in the background,

seagulls screech, children laugh,

eyes glimmer their brightest before dark.

A golden film gilds feathers, faces,

blade of grass, water fountain and cement surface.

All is animated, each spark felt,

music speaks of moments once gone

but captured now.

Twilight claims my shadow

and leaves it tangled in a mass

next to all the lounging bodies

splayed out across the grass.

Bats flutter sporadically overhead,

nabbing mosquitoes on the fly

that would otherwise feast on my blood –

I envy their view from the sky.

A clear canopy of stars seem so much closer

in the middle of melodic meditation.

Sounds carry the lightness of the sun

reflecting life in every decibel –

the universe gathers inspiration.

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About tyler4turtles

I am an avid photographer, poet, ecologist, bookworm, blogger, art enthusiast and runner who calls Montana home but lives in Oregon.
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