World outside my kitchen window.
Liberating the Moment
She missed it earlier
but examining the November storm
from behind the sanctuary of
coffee-sweetened kitchen window,
before the late-fall deluge wiped evidence,
wispy-warm poems rose
from every chimney vent
clear to the far tree-line, each
an ascending esoteric-buttressed declaration
of internal warmth and acceptance.
She smiled,
squeezing me extra tight
as the rain shushed the trees,
shooed the expelled steam-dancers,
obscured the looking-glass,
embracing the roof overhead
with white noise.
We observed the rain in silence.
Seizing the moment
would’ve been ideal; instead,
we let it breathe,
the evergreens and barren trees,
the chimney vents and fogging panes,
she, embraced by me,
all exhaling in equanimous unity.
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Another one for toads.
Hephaestus’ Waste & Cosmic Rubble 
I like the idea of letting the moment breathe.
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Barry, it is so nice to see you! I love this poem, the warmth, the steam-dancers and, especially, allowing the moment to be enough. It sounds wonderful.
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This poem reads to me as a settling – the poems are brought to life, seep from chimney, etc and then all is quiet as you hold each other. Beautiful.
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What a great post! I love the whole atmosphere you have captured, such rich timbres!
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This is so beautiful 😊 I love the idea of letting a moment breathe .. 💜
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Lovely hushed grey afternoon feel to this one. Enjoying each other in a quiet serene Sunday moment.
Nice.
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I love the idea of liberating the moment, Barry, and the way you set up the scene with the November storm outside a ‘coffee-sweetened kitchen window’ and how the ‘wispy-warm poems rose / from every chimney vent’. You’ve added sound too, with the rain shushing the trees and shooing the ‘expelled steam-dancers’ – and the silence in the isolated line is so effective. The final stanza is so satisfying. Lovely.
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