over there

[anirbas]

there
was a moment
enthralled
by the thought
of you I fancied
the quest

the adventure of knowing
experiencing the unknown

caught
my ragged breath
inhaled quick
to get the blood
flowing through my
confused brain

decided let that moment
alone by itself over there

[phantasm]

Huh. I missed this one when you posted it.
Not bad.

[heartfelt7]

Those are cool words for the way we set aside our quests for the unknown. We all do it. We feel the pull, yet pull back because of fear. But it sounds like you didn't really set the moment aside, but found a special place for it to maybe visit later.

[anirbas]

Thank you both for your reads and comments, my friends.

It was fun to play with words, Heartfelt. Which I rarely do enough these days. Haha.

I hope you and yours have been well through out this mindboggling global pandemic.
I took a seven month sabbatical from my job and self-quarantined myself at home. I have a compromised
immune system. Better to be safe, than sorry. Literally only left the home to pick up prescriptions or groceries.
And I wear both masks and gloves when I do go out.

Now for some good news! Guess what, lady? I welcomed my first granddaughter into the fold on April 24th!!! She is a 2020 blessing named Lydia Kaye. Her mommy
had to return to work when she was two months old. So I had her five days a week for four months, before returning
to work myself, this month, October. What grand fun!!!

[heartfelt7]

OMG - my first grandchild was also born on April 24th!!! I LOVE the serendipity in life (ha). You take care going back to work (please).

[darkness0within]

I missed this also.

Fine words anirbas. Known this feeling a few times over time.

[anirbas]

Yes, HeartFelt, serendipity is a beautiful thing. One of the things that keeps life grand, on the worst of days. Yes?

Taking care the best I can, at work. Masked and gloved, except in the employee lunch lounge. We are temped at the door when we arrive
for our various shifts. When I come home, I don't touch Lydia until I have taken a shower and changed. I have already caught a cold
since I started working. Caught it from my daughter, who gave it to Lydia, who gave it to me. Haha. But, I still passed the temp
test every morning before crawling into my work "trench", each day. Hehe Just takes me forever to get over anything, others catch
and pass to me.

Super enjoyable seeing you have been about, when I get a chance to pop in!

[anirbas]

Thank you for your read and comments, DarkNess.

[moseley]

letters I've written
never meaning to send....
and I love you
Oh God! I love you....(Moody blues lyrics, methinks)

ride ride the melancholy pony
and David has influenced you here that you have said so much in an economy of words but their atomic mass is yuge(oh yes, I say yuge). You may have done equal or better than David but how David can set my mind on fire with just a few well sequenced words...this poem does that to some emotional core I never gave much notion too, but now, that may be far more powerful than reason maybe because the reason of life was for us to face emotions and desires and drives for which reason shits on too much

[anirbas]

I will be honest. Your comments are confusing. But, okay, thanks. Whatever.

I mean, it felt like you were complimenting the piece and then you started comparing it to David's work. Implying his "influence" made it and my writing, better, therefore...?

I have to say, the feminist in me, takes umbrage to that implication, Jam. I was writing haiku and tangas/tongas? long before meeting the bloody beloved British king of us all, we so adore. And rightly so, I might add. I know I am the "known" free verse chick, that hates to follow form rules and I do love to rip a long yarn, here and there. But, when I feel blocked, I always go back to the haiku and playing with versions of it. You act like I have never written short poems, before the Hubs. And you and I have known each other longer than we've both known him. Bnet U 2003, or was it 2004? Jeez, I remember when before David landed you used to froth yourself over my short poems. And now, you compare my work to his work. Smgdh at the screen.

"you have said so much in an economy of words but their atomic mass is yuge(oh yes, I say yuge). set my mind on fire with just a few well sequenced words...this poem does that to some emotional core I never gave much notion too, but now, that may be far more powerful than reason maybe because the reason of life was for us to face emotions and desires and drives for which reason shits on too much"

You might have said this. It isn't a backhanded compliment. And it wouldn't have pissed off the old school feminist in me.

Dude. Just, dude. Whatever.

[moseley]

I have always felt that understanding is the greatest gesture we can give one another. It takes patience. I have come to feel though that understanding is more than reason, it is based in emotion. This poem and most all of David's work hit me with emotion. Much of my life, I have lived in my head. It is quite different in the heart. I am not used to it, but I am glad I got there. I am always fascinated with an economy of words that can open up windows and doors and it is a profound skill set that has to take time and focus to hone. As for the rest, forgive me if you will.

[anirbas]

Forgiven? But, of course. You are mon ami. Forgiven even as I typed my disgruntlement with your wording.

Besides, I realize men of a certain age might not understand the slight. A feminist haha. Especially American men. Hehe. But, these times they are a-changing,
as I believe some song said somewhere in times past. Perhaps Bob Dylan? No?

Anyway, all writers, whether poets or authors, live much of their lives in their heads. I believe it is a prerequisite for pursuing the craft of writing.

I, like you, consider David's work the finest of any living male poet I have read, to date, over the past four decades. Both on the internet and published by a fancy publishing house. Billy Collins ain't got shit on my man! Whahahahahahaha. I find David's work to be rather Rumi-esque.

"All's well that ends well" and now I bid you, adieu, buddy.