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Anticipation Moment


 

Anticipation Moment

by Shreefal Mehta    31 Dec 2024

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Can you anticipate without anxiety?
Like birds, on winds gentle, ride, 
wings stretched out, let thoughts glide.

Are you eager without expectation?
Circling in thermals they slowly rise,
let the fragrance of ideas mesmerize 

Are you excited without hastiness?   
Hovering, hovering, now swooping,
enjoy the scene just now forming.

Eager, awaiting, excited, taste the moment. 
In the eye of the storm, I’m vividly awake; 
let thoughts circle;  ‘tis the ring I take. 

Only the moment lives with fullness complete.
Years months weeks count in days
Many hours or minutes, all is just a haze

Happy new year as fireworks flash and bells atoll.
In each moment is the seed of eons, new and old
At the stroke of midnight, the year past and new, lo behold!

Hurtling through black space an inch at a moment…
As I look down at the earth below my feet.
All the future seems good and life is sweet. 


Comments

  1. Lemons can be sweetJanuary 1, 2025 at 1:45 PM

    Wow, your poem is absolutely beautiful! The way you captured such deep emotion and vivid imagery is incredible. You truly have a gift for words. Thank you for sharing and Keep writing
    Put them all in a book

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