A SUMMER MOMENT

Blossoms billow in slow-motion
Tender petals sigh to the ground
Cushioned upon a sunny breeze
And fat bees and lazy bluebottles
Are snoring gently
Bouncing softly
From bloom to gorgeous bloom
Glad-ragged and gleaming
In their gaudiest glory
And neon dragonflies drone
Adding to the sonerous  chorus
As they skim a sweltering pool
Where carp break the surface
Idly basking in the heat
There is a blackbird clarinetting
From the top of a nearby tree
And high-summer aromas
Pervade the shimmering air
And, just for this moment
Time itself stands still

                            By Phil Roberts

Reviews

[several thousand]

Nice poem. A lot of imagery and ummm soundery? (that's not a word but you'd know what i mean). I especially liked the blackbirds clarinetting :)

[Phil Roberts]

Thank you. I'm glad you like it. : ) and I do know what you mean.

[charlie]

This poem reveals a lot of movement, albeit tranquil - but alive, and rolling. There's slow motion blossoms; a breeze carrying petals; there's bouncing; skimming; sound waves travelling... But then Time stands still. I like the contrast, and how you delivered that. It seems to bring the reader to an invitation: "Have you considered Time but a concept, also? And that it may be suspended?"

[Phil Roberts]

thank you, charlie. i'm grateful as always for your consideration. days like that are pretty rare in my part of the world and all the more precious for that.

[charlie]

As they are in mine...