Motion

A pause for some poetic thought

Artist unknown from my collection (circa 1940's)

I have an obsession with waves this is my sketch of motion…

AS always thank you for reading and or listening to my poem it means the world to this old poet. Audio link at the bottom of my poem:)

I gesture in the regard of a sunset smile
As I passage my inscription of minutes
In the grace obscured by the mundane beguiled
I was once told “young man, don’t race through the visit.”

I’m the old man now, contemplative is my pace
I strike motion in the reverence of fascination
The adoration of prosaic bloom is my chase
In the interlude movement of conversation
In the trickle of peach juice dripping down my face

I crawled,
Tottered,
Walked,
Dashed,
Danced,
Paced and limped
And soon I will crawl again
But I never learned how to move
Until I learned how to pause