There is an undergirding hum
of throbbing energy, the tick
of a striding clock.
Goosebumps rise on unsuspecting arms
as the wind brings an imperceptible
shift.
…
This breath that I barely acknowledge
the pumping of warmth through my veins
The ping of human interactions
beg for attention away from the
page.
…
I cautiously slow down my movements
soaking everything in
Savouring the strum of the
melody that accompanies the
striving, rushing, whirling.
…
I hear clearly as if for the first time
now.
This post is part of the last Five Minute Friday challenge for 2016! What a privilege it has been to gather with this group of writers, free writing for five minutes each Friday in accordance with a prompt. Today’s prompt is ‘now’.
16 comments
Wonderfu! I really love this. How beautifully you’ve opened up the treasure box of Now! Thank you!
It is a shame that it takes so much to get there sometimes, but I always feel so much more connected to myself when I do…
“…the tick of a striding clock…”
That gave me goosebumps. Emma, this is truly masterful writing, and captures the immediacy that lies between every clock-tick.
Thanks Andrew 🙂 Funny how a simple tick-tock can convey such a layered meaning…
Always beautiful.
Thanks Susan 🙂
You captured the power of now. H+I holding hands: golden.
It melted my heart when they did that! It took twice as long to get to the Kinder but I didn’t mind a bit 🙂
Beautiful :). I regret that I didn’t spend time just watching my children grow when they were little–everything seemed so hurried and rushed and immediate. I learned my lesson and I’m spending countless hours staring at and marveling over all that my grandson does!
How beautiful is that second chance and the perspective that comes with it! I know I’ll have regrets about what I majored on now too, particularly those moments when everything collides and I choose efficiency… but I really hope that one day I get to experience my children’s children and the magic that that brings…
Emma, You have such power with your words to make me see and imagine. Again, I sit here and think and wonder.
This: “I cautiously slow down my movements… soaking everything in” and I find myself crying out “Yes, me too!”
Wishing you and yours a very Merry Christmas! ❤️️
Thanks so much Shauna 🙂 Merry Christmas to you too! I’m looking forward to reading your piece soon 😀
I always love your poems. They capture your thoughts so well and I often feel like I’m there with you. Beautiful! I’m in the 60 spot this week.
I really have fallen in love with poetry as a medium that can convey so much at once and connect with people in unexpected ways – can’t believe it took until I joined the FMF community until I was brave enough to try it!
Beautiful! Your word flow is magical! From your neighbor (5) at FMF
Oh thanks Stephanie 🙂 So kind!