Photo by Johannes Plenio on Unsplash
A moment of pause
quiet reflection,
the act of
stopping.
-
Looking up
from the hustle,
and bustle
smelling the roses.
-
Was the sky always
so blue,
radiant beams
piercing through.
-
The skylarks' song
serendipitous sound,
laughter, chatter
melodious cacophony.
-
How long have I
been frozen in contemplation,
that the sky has burst aflame.
-
Has there ever been
a sunset so powerful,
the sky alight
with wonder.
-
No traffic lights red
the bus is on time,
a seat on the train
oh look,
no rain.
-
Upon reflection
now going slow,
taking a moment
to look up and around,
-
I must be in a good place now.
About the Creator
Alexander Stoddart
The musings of a melancholic man.
Poems, stories and anecdotes to make sense of the world.
Enjoyed the story? Support the Creator.
Subscribe for free to receive all their stories in your feed.
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.