"Bemused"

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. 

 

 

 

 

~~~~~

 

 

 

 

 

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