Today’s poem was inspired by this photo, ‘A fleeting glimpse’, shot by Robert Rath.
A fleeting glimpse
I have felt shifting moods of an old miner’s cottage. Fascinated.
I have heard muffled shuffling in a hotel hallway. Curious.
I have smelt sharp odours coming and going in a house where a child died. Intrigued.
I have sensed I’m unwelcome in parts of this land. Subdued.
It’s the occasional fleeting glimpse of late loved ones
that rattles me most.
Love it! If you turn to look you know it will be gone so it might just be better feeling rattled than to be comfortably numb! xo
Thanks Robert! And what a great song. xoxo
So far I love this one the most. Just beautiful
Thank you Ray. I’m really interested that this one is your favourite; I’d love to hear why if you get a chance (or we can leave that ’til I’m in Sydney again).
And I’m also very grateful for you taking the time to read and comment on every single poem so far. That means so much to me. xo
I guess poems writng / reading is really a sentimental journey and very personal, yet can arouse similar feelings among many different people. This piece of yours to me is simple, direct but nonetheless generates a resonance (or is it rattling?) instantly and I love it the moment I read it.
Isn’t it one of the reasons why you swapped numbers with letters?
Thanks Ray, and nicely put. You have a lovely way of articulating your thoughts. xo
This is also my favourite poem Jen, beautiful.
Thanks so much Trish! xo
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