The Sunday Whirl presents twelve words for us to use in a creative writing piece.
This weeks words are:
holy plains waters beats travel weeping veins cradle rained taste brief glorious
The Ephemeral
Those glorious moments,
Those brief and fleeting moments
They only last a second
But travel with you forever.
A brief play of the sun on waters,
A taste of a sweet Moroccan tea,
A mother cradling her young infant
The sanctity of the Holy See,
The long and sweeping shadows
Of the camels on the plains,
The drums, beating in the jungles,
The scent that follows rains,
The junkie weeping with frustration
Searching for her veins,
The mosque, so intensely blue,
You could cut it with a knife.
The tear shed at that ancient cove,
To mention but a few.
Those glorious moments,
Those brief and fleeting moments
They only last a second
But travel with you forever.
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They do indeed. And should be treasured.
ReplyDeleteJim here -- The seasonal glass ticketh. Nice write with an urgent mood showing. Nice; "J".
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Beautifully captured - like a fossil in amber - Jae
ReplyDeleteyes - those glorious moments - they last forever - well captured
ReplyDeleteDespite how brief those moments were, it's amazing how their memory lingers on. It really feels like a kind of magic.
ReplyDeleteYes... ephemeral indeed and yet we live like we have forever...!
ReplyDeleteEvery one of them memorable indeed, so beautifully you've evoked them.
ReplyDeleteI love this! A good life is made of us appreciating the small wonders, particularly those days when the big horrors get extra big. Fantastic piece.
ReplyDeleteGorgeous poetry ... gorgeous.
ReplyDeleteMay your travel bag be bursting with glorious memories to sustain you on your voyage !....Rall
ReplyDeleteLove your final stanza. Those little moments are key.
ReplyDeleteWe all depend on those little moments.. Beautiful sentiment!
ReplyDeleteWell, that's an interesting camera roll to have in one's mind!
ReplyDeletePK