Momenta

Momenta

There are moments so perfect

That they can’t be put down in words

Millions of words

And not one of them right for

This moment.

Maybe if I could speak the languages of the Ancients…

Exquisite culmination of complete perfection.

Enchanted contentment,

Euphoria, Bliss…

That’s as close as it gets

And the distance is greater than the eye can see.

It paints a portrait so shabby that I cringe at the

Thought of it representing my moment.

My infatuation with this moment.

And the beauty in its every microscopic detail.

2 Comments Add your own

  • 1. Scott  |  June 1, 2009 at 9:40 pm

    You have captured the essence of the perfect moment….if only we could speak the language of the Ancients.

    Reply
    • 2. Rebekah  |  June 2, 2009 at 2:24 am

      Thank you Scott, I’m so glad you liked it. Hopefully I’ll have some time to post more of my poetry soon!

      Reply

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