I've been reading Robert Frost, and he inspired me to try something different. Earlier, I wrote one short quatrain. On the train from Chicago to Kenosha tonight, this spilled out. I usually don't rhyme, but again, there was no stopping this.
The Moment Stands Still
January 28, 2011
It’s 5 o’clock as the miles fly by
The moments stand still in a darkening sky
It’s pure and it’s brilliant when golden rays shine
Even beneath a silvery glow, it’s something divine
The tracks of creation are easily trailed
4-foot or 2-foot—movement prevails
Sketching and scratching to capture the scene
To slow the pace of our in-between
With marvel and promise just out of reach
Sirens beckon from a purple-black deep
The land is hidden but never silent
It whispers, it laughs, it weeps and it sighs
Yet another disaster we’ve failed to prevent
The moment stands still in darkening skies
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