It was a day that unfolded
Like whole chapters of Marcel Proust
Round moments of particular intensity
Playing out in the sunshine glow of a renewed day
Each moment building to a different
Intensity
Delight
Conclusion
Searching for lost time
Searching for a memory or a foreshadowing
Seasoned with poignancy
Where art and politics converge for a quick liaison
Hardly an affair
Where the smile of just kissed lips
Collapses into a sigh
Beneath time’s weight
David Trudel © 2012
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Oh that’s grand stuff. I wish I could do things like this!
Thanks Seb. I’m sure you can – just look for the prompts that life hands you and go with whatever impulse you have.
The first five lines of this poem started out as part of a late night email that concluded with a vastly different and personal observation, not appropriate for sharing, but I liked the opening and thought I’d rework into a poem. Then I let some of the spirit of the day’s events that sparked the lines in the first place resonate a little and came up with the rest.