What do you contemplate?
Sumo (my little Shiba Inu) always inspires me to look beyond. On a recent trip to Seattle, WA, I made note of my surroundings and was motivated to write this poem. Oh yea, every now and then I will bust out with a poem or two. Stay tuned.
In their vibrant bushels I see a Dahlia. I see a delicate form of beauty. Different than the next yet all the while unmistakably conscious of its art form in wonder. A glimpse of an eye all flushed with color. Its vibrancy so clear it cleanses the mental palate. What was the problem? Who needed a solution? Oh how it faded while a sun-filled walk you paraded. On Pike Street I stand into its haze. Creation in its perfect form how inspired it makes a mortal man. Seeing the peak of Mt. Rainer, you bow down to its majestic presence as you contemplate your very small existence. A breath is suddenly taken away as a glance forms into a gaze. Where can a moment in time make you a literary genius or form an amateur into a poet? All because a glance that formed into a gaze. A voice speaks within and narrates a scene never viewed before. All from a glance formed into a gaze. The Sun now sets as if you needed anymore magical moments. Its introduction and close is as slow as a curtain falls after a grand performance. A tragic shame it is, to move about without the acknowledgment of the outstanding creative days performance. Collection in a bottle, too limited to contain. Yet the eye in all its intrinsic capacity absorbs the wonder, stores the wonder in a fond capsule called a memory. A thought to ponder. All because you allowed your glance to form into a gaze. (C) Shanta Laster (Seattle Washington)