Bemused
A few moments ago, as the winter wind
whistled past the window,
I had the sensation an instant
became trapped in the glass.
A moment in time, stuck in the pane,
never to age, never to move forward,
and never to retreat to a quieter, simpler breeze.
Stuck forever, in the blissful melancholy
of a library window of an aspiring poet,
bemused for something to say.
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An earlier version of this poem was first published in Writers' Journal / August 2006
This version published in Shadow Poetry / October 2006
Also published in The Funny Paper / November 2006
A modified version published in Northern Stars Magazine / April 2014
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