February 2, 2023

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BEFORE THE MOMENT IS OVER

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BEFORE THE MOMENT IS OVER

A New Years Eve some years ago.  The TV in one corner,  PC in the other, separated from my lover, I oscillate between the two sources of information. My little ones were children who were suffering brain sten glioma… one of whom had just left and joined the angels.

 (“My little ones” as I refer to them, were American children who were being treated at Duke Children’s Hospital  & Health Center in North Carolina. Most were suffering from inoperable brain tumors.)

 

Lest I forget…

 

The leaves are finally gone

And where green or brown once shone

Are now the random blocks of blue

Glimpses of every shape and hue

Between the bare and haggard wood

That even centuries has stood

 

And yet…

 

In some untimely fashion

She slides her arm around his waist.

A simple unplanned loving motion

Born of such innocent devotion.

 

But then…

 

Each moment – each infinitesimal moment

Is filled with unbelievable heartache

In shattered homes

All around the world.

I click on my Internet link

To read

how my ‘little ones’ are doing.

 

Whatever the mood of my luxurious and

Unfairly bounteous life,

These moments

Can be guaranteed

To pierce the armour of my brain

And switch on a pain in my heart.

 

My heartache is nothing compared

To what my fellow humans

Are suffering in their homes;

In hospitals,

In waiting rooms,

Or watching their children endure

From the dreaded letter ‘C’

 

And so…

 

 

Don’t they know

It is really just another day?

Crowded squares burst with expectation.

Couples await the hour side by side, hand in hand,

Stomachs tingling in anticipation

Of the midnight kiss their lips await.

 

I see…

 

He wears a crazy mad-hatter’s concoction.

And she a knitted woolen hat that

Squirts her curly hair around…

Garb to welcome in a notion

 

The skies are lit by demented pyrotechnics.

Explosions blast the ears and rock …

 

I am moved to tears just watching kisses in Times Square

As all hands are set perpendicular on the clock

And the camera catches infinitesimal moments

That cannot ever be relived in our puny reality

 

Moments constantly dispatched

Into the depths of my mind

Where all their colours are faded and only the

Light of Hope beams through the tiny gaps

That pain and suffering have gauged.

 

 

They kiss…

 

 

Despite my rushing here and there

In search of something never found –

Perpetually disappointed

By all the frippery and flotsam

My material desire acquires –

I feel the gentle touch of her lips

And savouring the moment clear

Feel my lips get torn from hers

As the moment is over.

 

 

© Griffonner 2023

 

 

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6 thoughts on “BEFORE THE MOMENT IS OVER

  1. I wrote the following on PoetBay, where the poem was first featured

    I have come back to this – and that isn’t easy when so may poems drop off the page. And yes, I needed to read it again. What impresses me is how the initial easy rhyme sequence matures into a heartfelt reflection of how easy it is to identify with each others suffering; thanks Allen.

    1. I do realise that this is a difficult poem to ‘get into’. I wish it weren’t so, but when I tweak it into another form I am never as happy as when it is as it is. What I wanted it to reflect was the multifaceted information world in which we live, yet at the same time try to illustrate what a weird notion it is that at midnight on this one day everything starts anew! If only!
      Blessings
      Allen

  2. The last stanza resonates with me so much and i had to read it five times, i truly love your poems. So much emotions.

    Despite my rushing here and there

    In search of something never found –

    Perpetually disappointed

    By all the frippery and flotsam

    My material desire acquires –

    I feel the gentle touch of her lips

    And savouring the moment clear

    Feel my lips get torn from hers

    As the moment is over.

  3. i agree entirely with you allen the beauty of simple, intimate moments and the pain and suffering in the world are cherishable. The final lines, where you describe the gentle touch of her lips and then lose it, are particularly poignant and serve as a reminder that life is fragile and should be cherished. Overall, this is a well written and deeply moving piece that encourages readers to appreciate the beauty of life, even in the face of hardship. I appreciate it, good writing.

    1. Thank you, Mike. When I had the idea of this poem come into my mind I thought it would be too complicated. So I spent a lot of time after first writing it out, trying to simplify it. I discovered that you can only go so far in changing – what is mostly a stream of thoughts – before the message of the whole thing is lost. I appreciate you understanding it. Blessings, Allen

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