Rife with the evidence and promise of nature,
the air is infused with resin and leaf rot.
Light splashes a brazen red sash across the clouds,
and glimmers mint green through the trees.
Golden strands of radiance skim the open field,
tenuous filaments disintegrating into shadow.
This unfolding of scents and light
into the flickering candle of twilight,
so sensuously kaleidoscopic, is suddenly vanished.
The transience of this one moment, of all the moments,
is the magical and tragic circumstance of our impermanent existence.
We endure its here then gone nature, each minute devoured by the next,
while we live hungry, yearning, astounded, from beginning to end.
Johnny Crabcakes said:
One of my favorite quotes:
“Life is once,
–Henri Cartier Bresson
Which for me (as a photographer) is especially profound coming from a photographer as it sheds light on something that haunts me…..’The Moment’ and what that (as also a writer) means.
Yes–transience, ephemerality. You have captured this (idea? impression?) so well, in (very visual) imagery.
And I love your differentiation here of the ‘Observation’ and the ‘Thought’. The before (or during?) and the after both still trying to grapple with this…..moment….that so soon fades…..and our limited capacities to come to any kind of true understanding.
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Ronald E. Shields said:
I’ve been reading Eamon Grennan and his poems are chock full of these moments and the adjectives/adverbs “needed” to express them.
I love the quote. In my youth, I thought I would make my way in the world with a camera but other things happened along the way.
Yesterday I saw the sunset for the first time in many days because it is usually gray and overcast in Rochester. I had some lines about a sunset in my notebook and tried to write a haibun but obviously missed the mark for that style.
Anyway, it is always about the moment in one way or another.
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