My morning rush
Was slowed
Just
Long enough
For me
To
Momentarily escape
The forecasted drudgery
Of
A hazy day
That
Clouded my vision
Until
The streak
Of
Sharp colour
That
Marks you
And
Sets you apart
Unexpectedly
Caught
My eye
Thanks Malcolm!
Since deciding to take this route with my writing it’s amazing what I notice and actually slow down for even when I don’t have the time. I’ve developed a new appreciation for the world around me because of my camera.
I love it when “the streak of sharp colour” catches our eye. Great title, lovely poem!
Thank you Betty!
Its great to read someone else’s poetry that so perfectly captures my own feelings. It could be a commuter’s hymn!
Thanks Malcolm!
Since deciding to take this route with my writing it’s amazing what I notice and actually slow down for even when I don’t have the time. I’ve developed a new appreciation for the world around me because of my camera.
The colours of the heart are unconsciously connected at times with our yearning emotions. YOU ARE reminiscing. I understand.