Snapshot Poem

Another soggy day, 
air thickly inhabited
with portents

of coming change.
There, at the edge
of the visual field,

the far distance
of the audible wave,
a motion, a whisper

just caught 
by diminishing senses.
A touch at the earlobe,

a flicker on the eyelash.
I brush it away
with my fingertip.

Comments

[niki]

There is a change brewin in the distance

[Tumblewords]

Stunning work!

[Sweet Talking Guy]

Phew, don't blink, you might miss it! I like the visual field reference as I've just had mine done at the eye hospital!Lovely snapshot..

[mason]

mazing snapshot poem i second in time is never really appritiated unless its writen the way you did in the poem thanks for the great visual read