What’s in a moment?
Seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, years, decades,
scores
blur into each other, peripheral
in the rearview.
Moments are central—
focal points in a land of
lines and plains,
precise pointillism,
expressive impressionism,
these glimmers, these time-defying
interruptions of mundane drudgery,
these raw emeralds and amethysts
memory-tumbled, smoothing away
sharp edges, imperfections,
polished smooth until your thumb
slides like glass
when it visits the surface of
the experience, discovering
hidden facets, planes with
some roughness left,
reminding you, hardness
is measured on a scale:
the harder they are,
the better they tumble.
Only a diamond
can cut a diamond.
(S)tumble your diamonds
in diamond dust.
About the Creator
Harper Lewis
Intrusive rhyme bothers me, except as a weapon.
Intertextuality is my passion.
Formalist/ New Critical are my guiding theories.
My words are mine, not a robot’s.
MA English literature, CofC
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