interlude

"Interlude"


The world dims-
light falters, seas fall silent,
love cools to ash,
and memory frays into dust.

Yet in the hiatus,
a sudden blush of petals-
sakura, trembling in the air,
a brief rebellion of beauty
against the certainty of decay.

For a heartbeat,
the streets are rivers of pink snow,
     strangers pause,
           eyes lifted,
as if eternity had cracked open.

But the blossoms scatter,
sweep into gutters,
trampled under shoes.

The trains still run,
the markets open,
emails pile up,
and the world resumes
its business-as-usual.

The bloom was only a pause,
a reminder that even endings
carry their own fragile grace-
and then the clock ticks on.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

there are moments when life halts, and we all stop and assess what is beautiful around us while it lasts.
And then as you say...back to buisness as usual...when everyone is too busy to notice beauty.
Very much like the speaker in E.D.'s "Because I could not stop for death."
j.

[redd Brick Keshner]

Thank you, j, for such a perceptive connection. I love how you brought in Dickinson’s “Because I could not stop for Death.” That idea of being “stopped,” whether by death in her poem or by blossoms in mine, really does open a window into how interruptions force us to see what we’d otherwise rush past. It makes me wonder if these pauses, however brief, are not just accidents of life but essential reminders: that beauty and mortality are always intertwined, and that eternity often slips in through the smallest cracks in our routine. 🙏🏻🕊️
Freds.

[Chris Shaw]

sakura, trembling in the air,
a rebellion of beauty
against the certainty of decay

those three beautiful lines really catch a pause in time, during the shift between seasons

perfect poetry Freds and I love the title.

Chris

[redd Brick Keshner]

Thanks Chris🙏🏻🕊️ October is the time of the late (or autumn) sakura which is less crowd drawing but still spectacular as the spring (main) sakura. At least, that’s how I see it. 🙏🏻🕊️

[Relic]

This is a really neat poem you put together. Nature has its way of dying and rejuvenating. Life marks it in its calendar each year and moves on. Always been that way, always will be. Great writing.

[redd Brick Keshner]

Many thanks @Relic. Transitions between seasons and the way nature flows with them are very interesting times. Mos appreciated 🙏🕊️

[K. Louis]

I enjoy this quiet poem..and the pause in the middle of it.

[redd Brick Keshner]

Thanks, K. Louis. Well appointed pauses are quite the thing! Much appreciated 🕊️🙏