one can linger
for a lifetime
transfixed
in a moment winsome
akin to the impossible prelude
of mountains mending karma
on this plate
precariously poised
are we
with passions urgent
witless passers-by
together, melding with the sun
somewhere
in this coiled caprice
there burns a conscious conflagration
do we let our hearts surrender?
are we not allowed to live?
i submit this writ of pause
forever may we summon forth
all the worlds
our loss would suffer
vivid by the moon’s requite
locked within the winds of fortune
these mementos
deemed foregone
Max, or Not 
Max you nailed this with your opening. A pleasure to read. Bravo.
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thank you for always being so kind. to say that it’s appreciated is an understatement
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“one can linger
for a lifetime
transfixed
in a moment winsome
akin to the impossible prelude
of mountains mending karma..”
That is simply stunning. Thank you for reading and following my blog. I read this and thought about the moments that we trap ourselves in and they can cryonically halt our progression I think. So often when I write a poem, I freeze that winsome moment there and then I can move on to another.
Glad you found me
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thank you for taking the time to read this and leaving such a lovely and considerate comment. i appreciate the connectedness your words have fostered
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